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Nuair a cailltear teanga, déantar réab san aigne náisiúnta. Cailltear eolas an timpealleacht is eolas charntha ár sinsir romhainn. Gan cruinneas ar ár stair, ní fhéadfaimís an aimsir láithreach a thuiscint i gceart.  Mar sin de tá leigheas ag teastáil uainn.

Creidimíd go bhfuil beocht agus fuinneamh sa teanga, agus chun í a dhúísiú ná chun an fuinneamh sin a scaoileadh. Is é an bheocht inti ná cuimhní na sinsir agus an nádúr fiáin ag dhuisiú, ár ndúchas ag teacht chun cinn ionainn.

Is chuige sin a cothóimid an spás agus na gníomhaí, chun deis a thabhairt duit dul i dteagmháíl leis an fuinneamh agus fiántas lasmuigh agus laistigh.

eTHOS

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When a language is lost it creates a rupture in the national psyche. To lose a language is to lose the knowledge of the environment and the accumulated wisdom of our ancestors, for without knowing our history, we cannot understand our present.  We are in need of a cure.

We believe that by awakening the language within, we awaken ancestral memories and the wild nature that is our heritage. 

To that end, we create a space and the activities for a person to connect with the wildness within and without.

ag chuir in úil sna ndúl

Our Mother Tongue

le Siobhán de Paor

See her there, our mother tongue

cut out, bleeding, her orphaned young

 

mewling blind to what was done

fed on worms they should have shun

 

Would you save her, if you could

Would you stave her mortal wound

 

to change the lines and make the effort

to shake the mime and break the tether

 

One by one, her places fell

to foreign forces, an English hell

 

six hundred years to the furthest reaches

beaten back to the western beaches

 

But look she stirs, the mother tongue

Inside my mouth, inside the young

 

In times like these the dead will walk

in ways like this the dead can talk