I sat down in the centre - closed my eyes and listened in a relaxed way - not trying hard to follow what was being said.
After a while certain words became more obvious as they kept 'popping' up.
It was a little hard tot experience the sound as a unit of voices - they came too much from seperate areas, but still with little effort could be experienced as one sound piece in its totality. The repetition of certain words - cloch - the directions - certain words - cliff - crack - grey - etc. was like a listening to a prayer said aloud (I had to think of the rosary spoken together, many years ago!)
It is also a bit like listening to a song with words describing the persons beloved place.
The repetition of certain words like a mantra, giving you great comfort.
These things/objects have been there for such a long time and by saying the words over and over again - it is like pinning them down for eternity. An affirmation I suppose of a kind.
I enjoyed hearing the lovely sound of the Irish being spoken by native speakers. The individual sounds of their voices. The way they pronounce the words - the clarity of diction (Caoilte !) and the soft fluid careless speech of others (Dara), the objective/clear voice of a teenager (Oisín)

Petra Breatnach