The Wind Riders
excerpt from the book
I am Brianna.
Brianna created this piece before she left Sao Paulo for Dublin. It was inspired by her desire to follow in the footsteps of her beloved Nana Maureen. The box itself is an old apothecary drawer. The doll was in Maureen’s treasure box of childhood trinkets. She gave it to Brianna saying "I have always wanted to include her in a piece of mine but she never quite fit in - perhaps she will appear in one of your creations."
My grandmother Maureen Haughney came from Ireland, The Land of Myths and Legends, she called it. I call her Nana. My grandfather crossed the land to settle in the Pampas, the austral region of Patagonia, in Argentina.
It is also known as the land of fire.
Oxum, afrobrazilian goddess of love and waterfalls, with a celtic head dress, by Maureen.
They met in the Pampas, the windy plains of Rio Grande do Sul, in Brazil.
They called themselves The Wind Riders.
I love that name.
I really do believe that we inherit tales.
All kinds of them.
And that tales are the keepers of secrets.
But what about family secrets?
Should they be revealed or should they be allowed to rest in peace?
“Dear restless Brianna…”
That’s what Nana Maureen used to say…
I have just arrived in Dublin, and already I miss her.
Her voice, her laughter, her wisdom, in fact, everything about her makes me smile.
Family tales need voices… I will be the voice of my Nana Maureen. She has always been a
wonderful storyteller, all kinds of magic, fairy tales, Celtic myths, anecdotes, life stories, and childhood tales.
I inherited her wavy red hair and her dark green eyes. I have my father’s smile, he says I have her voice.
But, most of all, I want to share her life. I want to be a writer and an artist so I can do her story justice.