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Casadh na Taoide Casadh na Taoide The Turning of the Tide Casadh na Taoide – the turning of the tide – is the natural and consistent ebb and flow that happens effortlessly all over the planet, day after day, season after season. With each turn of the tide, as the ocean keeps its unique rhythm, the sea and her stories and histories are connected to the shores. Here on the exposed and westerly coast of Ireland, the dependency of our islands on the sea and on the tide has forged strong connections between those islands and the people who live on them. On the opening night of this year’s festival, Friday 22nd October, further details of this cultural voyage will be revealed here, on this page. View the full film on our homepage Island poet Páidín Póil (c.1840-1923) from Eoghanacht, Árainn, said long ago: “Astray I went as I wandered my native shores.” And so it was for me last July in the company of the crew of Mac Duach and Casadh na Taoide. On the Feast-Day of Mac Dara 2021, we headed for Roundstone pier. The sea was calm and a bewitching fog surrounded us that gentle morning. A magical start to an island voyage, a sea pilgrimage that would lift the hearts of all that encountered it. If 2020 saw the world trapped on a stray sod, freedom awaited us on the open ocean that summer’s day and the fine warm days that followed. Everyone belonging to the voyage was entranced: by the beautiful Galway hooker sailing northward; by the fine weather, goodwill, and conviviality; by the beauty and wildlife of the west coast; by music at sea throughout, music that touched the stars; and by the joy and contentment of the people. But it was the wisdom of island life that impacted us the most. As Páidín Póil said, “The land of youth I had there.” In the face of various challenges arising from season to season and from generation to generation, from misunderstanding to neglect to storms, the islands live on. They survive and thrive because, here, we see immediately that “no man is an island.” Here, we see faith forming fellowship and collaboration building community. In each island, we were welcomed with pride and with hope. Our arrival instantly announced an occasion for everyone to celebrate their heritage, creativity, and imagination. Spirits soared and we felt those newly met were truly the oldest of friends. From island hearths, Casadh na Taoide took a lit sod and, aboard Mac Duach, carried that spark until it ignited and shone the light of understanding, illuminating a golden path from cove to currach, from bay to quay, and from heart to embrace. As we sailed from island to island, weaving together the history, stories, and knowledge of the islands, we were humbled by the irrepressible power of humanity, of courage, kindness, and wonder. These are beacons for us still, blessing us ever since. The heart, which was sore for a time from sickness and strangeness, leapt and expanded at the turning of this tide of delight. With each fastening – of mooring lines, harp strings, and heartstrings – a springtide of love was released, a love that will weather any storm. – Deirdre Ní Chonghaile
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Casadh na Taoide Casadh na Taoide Ag tuile agus ag trá a chaitheann an fharraige an lá – casann an taoide go nádúrtha agus go seasmhach ar fud an domhain, lá i ndiaidh lae, séasúr i ndiaidh séasúir. De réir mar a chasann an taoide, mar a choinníonn an t-aigéan mór a rithim uathúil, tá an fharraige, a scéalta agus a stair nasctha leis na cladaigh. Anseo, ar chósta sceirdiúil thiar na hÉireann, de bharr na n-oileán bheith ag brath ar an bhfarraige agus ar an taoide, tá naisc láidre cothaithe idir na hoileáin sin agus na daoine a a bhfuil cónaí orthu iontu. Ar oíche oscailte fhéile na bliana seo, Dé hAoine, an 22 Deireadh Fómhair, taispeánfar sonraí breise maidir leis an turas cultúrtha seo ar an leathanach seo. Féach ar an scannán iomlán ar ár leathanach baile. “Bhain seachrán dom ‘s mé ag siúl na dúiche,” a dúirt an file oileánda, Páidín Póil (c.1840-1923) as Eoghanacht, Árainn, fadó. B’amhlaidh agamsa i lár mí Iúil seo caite i gcuideachta chriú an Mac Duach agus clann Chasadh na Taoide. Ar Lá Fhéile Mhic Dara 2021, thugamar aghaidh ar chéibh Chloch na Rón. Bhí an fharraige ina clár agus ceo draíochta inár dtimpeall an mhaidin shéimh úd. Tús síúil le hiomramh oileánda, oilithreacht mhara a thóg gach croí dár casadh di. Más fóidín meara a bhí i ndán don saol mór sa bhliain 2020, bhí saoirse romhainne ar an teiscinn mhór an lá samhraidh seo agus ar na laethanta brothallacha a lean é. Faoi gheasa a bhí chuile dhuine a bhain lenár dturas: ag an mbád álainn seoil ag tornáil ó thuaidh; ag an dea-aimsir, an dea-thoil, agus an dea-chaint; ag dúlra agus áilleacht an chósta thiar; ag an gceol ar muir ó thús deiridh, ceol go gealach; agus ag suáilceas agus sonas na ndaoine. Ach ba é saol saoithiúil na n-oileán is mó a chuaigh i gcion orainn go léir ar an aistear. Mar a dúirt Páidín Póil, “Is í tír na h-óige a bhí agam ann.” In éadan na ndúshlán éagsúil a éiríonn ó shéasúr go séasúr agus ó ghlúin go glúin, idir míthuiscint, neamhaird, agus stoirm, maireann na hoileáin. Maireann siad mar gur iontu is túisce a thuigfear gur ar scáth a chéile a mhaireann na daoine. Feictear iontu muinín ag cothú muintearais agus meitheal ag cothú pobail. I ngach aon oileán, ba le mórtas agus le dóchas a fáiltíodh romhainn. Aithníodh láithreach go gceadódh an ócáid deis do chách an dúchas a chur ag damhsa ar chlár na samhlaíochta. Músclaíodh meanma na ndaoine agus bhraitheamar go mba seanchairde ó cheart iad na cairde nua. Ó theallaigh na n-oileán, chroch Casadh na Taoide leo splanc agus, ar bord an Mac Duach, d’iompair í gur las agus scairt sí solas na tuisceana mar chosán órga ó chaladh go curach, ó chuan go céibh, agus ó chroí go cléibh. Agus sinn ag seoladh ó oileán go hoileán, ag fí ina chéile stair, scéalta, agus saíocht na n-oileán, tugadh aitheantas do chumhacht dho-chloíte na daonnachta, don gcroí, don gcinealtas, don gliondar. Is lóchrann againne iad seo go fóill, dár mbeannú ó shin. An croí, ar phlúch an aicíd agus an aduaine é seal, phreab agus phléasc ar chasadh na taoide aoibhne seo. Le fáisceadh chaon téad – ó théada tíre go téada cláirsí – scaoileadh rabharta grá, grá a rachfaidh trí gach doineann. – Deirdre Ní Chonghaile