Celtic Women: Kitchen dancing Queen

The local radio crackles to life, blasting an old favourite, and the dance begins, a slow, secret tapping on the kitchen worktop. Eternal dancing queen grins wide and wicked. Around her, pots, pans, cutlery and glassware glisten like glitter balls. She grabs a wooden spoon, raises it to her lips like a sacred microphone, and lets the music pour through her. As her bare feet skim the well worn tiles, something stirs deep within, a wild, laughing thing, long asleep. In the swirl of flour and low light dancing queen reconnects with herself, with the fierce, untamed Celtic spirit that once danced barefoot across stone fields and sang to the rising moon. The kettle hisses a harmony, the fridge hums a bass line, and the kitchen melts into a realm of rhythm and memory where time forgets to follow.