Bhí an ghaoth ag séideadh go tréan thar na sléibhte fiáine i gConamara.

The wind was blowing fiercely over the wild mountains in Conamara.

Bhí na scamaill trom go léiritheoir, beidh sneachta ann.

The clouds were heavy, and it was clear that there would be snow.

I lár an áit fhineáilte seo, bhí cónaí beag ann, áit ar fhill Aisling ar ais.

In the middle of this serene place, there was a small cottage where Aisling had returned.

D’fhill sí abhaile, tar éis blianta fada sa chathair, chun áilleacht agus ciúnas a bhlaiseadh arís.

She had come back home after many years in the city to once again savor the beauty and tranquility.

Bhí an lá speisialta anois, Lá Fhéile Bríde.

It was now a special day, Lá Fhéile Bríde (Saint Brigid's Day).

Bhí Seamus agus Niamh ag réiteach don fhéile ó mhaidin go hoíche.

Seamus and Niamh had been preparing for the festival from morning till night.

Is cúpla iad, cairde Aisling, agus dúirt siad le háthas, "Tabhair linn, Aisling!

They are a couple, friends of Aisling, and they said with joy, "Join us, Aisling!

Cuidigh linn leis na cleachtais.

Help us with the practices."

"Thug sí aghaidh ar an turas sin, ag amharc ar na seantraidisiúin nach raibh i bhfad óna hoidhrí féin.

She set her sights on that journey, looking at the ancient traditions that were not far from her own heritage.

Bhí amhras ag Aisling ar dtús faoin tábhacht a bhain leis na traidisiúin seo.

Aisling initially had doubts about the importance of these traditions.

Ach ba é an mian a bhí inti tuiscint níos fearr a fháil ar a muintir.

But her desire was to gain a better understanding of her people.

Chomhoibrigh sí leo.

She collaborated with them.

Bhí an teach lán de bholadh aráin úr agus broth fíorúil ó na luibheanna tochtmhara a bhí ag bruth.

The house was filled with the smell of fresh bread and a hearty broth made from aromatic herbs brewing away.

Rinne siad crosógín Bríde as trasóga, á n-ullmhú mar shíombailí cosanta.

They made a crosógín Bríde (Brigid's cross) out of reeds, preparing them as protective symbols.

De réir mar a d’fhill an oíche, chuir siad ealaín d’uisce ar an teallach.

As night fell, they placed a piece of art on the hearth.

Sheas Aisling, Seamus, agus Niamh timpeall ar an tine, ag impí beannacht ó Bhríd Naomh, ar son grása agus áthais an teallach a choimeád.

Aisling, Seamus, and Niamh stood around the fire, praying for a blessing from Bríd Naomh (Saint Brigid), for the grace and joy of keeping the hearth warm.

Faoin am sin, bhraith Aisling teas aoibhinn a líonadh í, síolta an tuiscint ag péacadh.

By then, Aisling felt a delightful warmth filling her, the seeds of understanding sprouting.

Bhí na guthanna ceilteach, éadrom agus síochánta, ag múineadh í na scéalta mná a bhí rompu.

The Celtic voices, light and peaceful, taught her the stories of the women who came before them.

Thug na gréasáin sin nascacha céile arís, agus d’airigh sí ina cuid diobh.

Those connecting webs brought harmony again, and she felt a part of them.

D’oibrigh na cleachtais ársa cosúil le lámhainní airgid ag tabhairt socracht di, cosúil le filíocht anseanach, bríomhar agus iomlán le tuiscint.

The ancient practices worked like silver gloves offering her solace, like timeless poetry, vibrant and full of understanding.

Mar a mhaolaigh deireadh na hoíche isteach sa domhan fuar, bhraith Aisling faoiseamh agus socracht ina croí.

As the end of the night eased into the cold world, Aisling felt relief and calm in her heart.

Aithin sí go raibh a rian de ghnáth-oidreacht láidir agus brí, rud a thug faoiseamh agus treoir di sa réalta bhán anuas.

She recognized that her heritage was solid and meaningful, something that provided her with relief and guidance under the shining white star above.

Bhí croílár a hoidhreachta athnuaite ina meanma.

The essence of her heritage was renewed in her spirit.

Fíoraíodh anseo an tábhacht atá le nascanna, ní hamháin leis na daoine timpeall uirthi, ach leis na traidisiúin a ghlan an t-aigéan ama.

Here, the importance of connections was realized, not only with the people around her but with the traditions that cleansed the ocean of time.

Bhí an ghnáth-cleachtas láidir agus buan, agus ar ais i gConamara, d’aimsigh sí a chéile féin.

The usual practice was strong and enduring, and back in Conamara, she found her true self.