Life under Fomorian rule was a life of despair. It was a reign of terror, oppression, taxes, subjugation, and the obliteration of individual and human rights. However the final straw for the Tuatha Dé was when the Fomorians stole the Harp of Dagda, they stole the music. For beyond the music of harp and drum and fiddle, they were stealing the Oran Mór, the great universal melody that sings through all life. And with the loss of this sacred harmony, the people were in danger of losing their soul.
Now, within the cacophony and discord that clashes all around us, we must take back the harp. For without the music we will not survive these dark times. Musicians must play. Poets and writers must write. Artists must create. And we must all sing and dance. We must keep the Oran Mór alive and vibrant in our people and the world.
Lately, I’ve been thinking back to the 60s. When we were engaged in the anti-war and civil rights movements on college campuses and across the country, within all the music and philosophy of those times there were the words of Emma Goldman. If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.
Yes, these times are filled with horrific events. But if we don’t sing, if we don’t dance, if we don’t keep the sacred harmony alive in all of us, then the most horrific event will be losing our soul.
Judith – email@example.com