In Irish myth, Airmid was the daughter of DianCecht, the first healer and herbalist of the Tuatha De Danaan. She and her brother, Miach, were trained by their father and were both extremely knowledgable in the healing arts. Their father made a silver hand for Nuada when he was maimed in battle. When Airmid and Miach tried to take this one step further and attempted to restore Nuada's silver hand to flesh again, their father became jealous, killed Miach and scattered Airmid's well-organized system of herbalism to the four winds. That is why the roots of Irish herbalism remain such a mystery today. The story inspired me to compose this conachlonn.

Airmid's green enfolds us all;
Falling leaves, the old spell weaves
Sweet tragic magic, shattered,
Scattered. Grieve not for Airmid!

Earth-secrets wait to be found,
Bound in ribbons of rebirth,
Remember embers of light,
Bright seeds, healers of earth.