I am delighted to have this opportunity to talk about awen or imbas as for me is the heart of the adventure I am engaged in. Awen – Welsh, Imbas – Irish usually translated as “inspiration” from the Indo-European root “uel” meaning to blow ,and linked with Welsh awel – breeze. There are different understanding of what awen is and arising out of these different understandings, different ways of relating to it.
The automatic sliding doors open as you walk towards them, As they slip together, they separate the worlds. You are now entering alien territory, a place of other rules, routines, rituals.
Okay, so this is level 1. There are 4 booths with drones in uniforms; no windows, no natural light anywhere; drinks and eats dispensing machines around the walls, a long snake of chairs doubling back on itself. Lots of odd beings and odder noises emerge from a variety of seen and unseen sources; pings and sighs, whirlings and chuffings atop a babble of voices.
In this paper I am exploring the nature of my response to my involvement as a counsellor in the trauma team that supported those bereaved by the bomb in Omagh in the “immediate impact phase”, the hours following the bomb blast up to the point at which the bodies of the those killed in the bomb where identified.
We don’t like how we are living in the world. With each day that passes… …the feeling that we must somehow change, grows more intense. Our hearts call
us to another way of living… …We can all imagine the life we wish we were living, how we would like to be. So why don’t we make the changes we want to make?
We live, as the Japanese curse would have it, in “interesting times” so that it is impossible to say what exactly the political situation will be by the time this is printed. Perhaps the so-called “Iraqi war” will be over by the time you read this. Yet this will always be a turning point in the story of humanity. read more…