Armagh Project 2015 began today on top of a green and grassy bronze age hill set against a changeable sky.  14 of us climbed to the top of the mound, urged upward by the grumblings of distant thunder.  No one wanted to be caught in the rain but everyone wanted the view from the summit.

It was spectacular.

“I’m done,” one of the students said, “It’s over. This is everything. This is the trip.”  She sat down, smiled blissfully up into the sunlight and looked quite serious about not getting up.

She might be right.  At this moment Ard Macha is the center of the world and the poets are come to life on the top of the hill.  Even at the end of the month when we all fly home, none of us will truly ever leave.