Do You See The Wild Coming Your Way?

In 2010, Moira had moved to Ireland with me, leaving so much behind and facing into the great unknown. As we were settling in, she often stayed up long after I had gone to bed, working through her thoughts and feelings, about our future and about her past. She would sit in our tiny apartment, in the middle of a recession-sick Dublin City, singing these tiny, improvised and truly raw, fragile pieces into her laptop, whilst the world moved, fought and danced outside. I was aware of one or two of these, as she had sent them to me at the time, with my typical response being, ‘these sound good, but you should work on them some more!’, much to her irritation.