Today I read the last of the poems in #ThelmaAnnBrennan’s collection entitled #EarthCarriesSpirit published in 2014 by #ChapelStreetEditions in Woodstock, NB. It made me think about the lady who wrote the contents in this anthology and what her words meant to me. I like to think that now she is a friend.
I met #AnnBrennan on my recent trip to Ireland with #GerardCollins and the Go and Write Ireland expedition. Ann was one of the participants, new friends all as we got acquainted with each other. But there was something about Ann – a kinship I felt immediately but couldn’t define.
Ann became our de facto tour guide as a few of us ventured out to explore Dublin. A prolific writer herself, historian and lifelong learner, this wasn’t her first trip to the Emerald Isle. As we roamed the streets, Trinity Library, the parks and the pubs, she regaled us with the history of the places, development and stories of her adventures.
Ann’s gentle manner drew us all in as we learned to appreciate her unique viewpoint on Dublin, Ireland and the world in general. In turn, she keeps herself firmly routed in rural New Brunswick.
After our stay at Clontarf Castle, we headed to the west coast of Ireland. Again, Ann’s extensive knowledge of both the history and the mythology kept us intrigued.
Ann’s passion for the faeries of Ireland drew us all in as we explored Poll na Bron – a portal to somewhere, or perhaps some time, else. Standing beneath a faerie tree she told us tales of the wee folk and their powers of regeneration or rebirth of the spirit and the land. And she left tokens to mark our passing through to thank them for their hospitality.
Participating in an adventure like Go and Write Ireland yields unexpected benefits. New friends. New perspectives.
Thank you, Ann, for the gift of your friendship, the copy of your book, and the chance to follow your adventures around the world through your words and rhythms.