Jean O’Brien Rupture

Rupture

jean o’brien

At first we shy away from the fallen tree its huge span of root mass exposed, then gather courage and move closer, drawn as if by a magnetic field despite ourselves curious to view its inner workings, its maze of connections. Usually we only see trees rise skywards from the earth, growing always towards sunlight and forget how, at the same time they throw out searching roots, that burrow deep and deeper still. Some say the Thuata Dé Dannan use these erupted places, these pockets of splintered shadows as portals from the underworld. We learn now in these strange days that anything is possible. The tribe of the goddess and gods seem to rise like plasma from the ruptured earth. Their other worldly voices sound like the soughing of branches, or rustle of leaves. We cannot see them though they cloak the very air about us offering a sheltering place, a crucible where we can catch our collective ragged breath.

It is said that the Thuata Dé Danna promised to return from the underworld to help Ireland in a time of great need. Some say that they represent an empowering aspect or our psyche.