On a fair day you can spot her coming, even from far way out. She, banríon na farraige or queen of the sea. Well, a queen she definitely is but in her own right, I would say. The way for example she presents herself, every morning and every evening, is endearing; with a straightened back she faces in full trust those what wants to come towards her. Having her “wings” in a well behaved manor alongside herself, she is a penguin alike.

cleaving-the-wavesCleaving the waves

How moving it is to see her coming and how touching at the same instant it is also, to observe her enthusiasm; from far away you almost can feel the nearly indomitable and impetuous eager she has to moor the pier, she spurts along. Facing them she cleaves the big waves aside and on she strives. There is no stopping her. Like a knife she cuts her way directing her aim.

and-there-she-comesThere she is

“Yes, that’s what it is she said, I am bewildered. It is not that I am frightened or scared. No, I am just bewildered. It is not long after the ferry moored at the pier that she asked the boatman “ where am I”? “This is the middle one out of the three islands, which you have chosen as your destination for today”, he answered patiently. She looked around but nobody seemed to offer up to embark like she was intended to do. “What am I supposed to do”? She said desperately for on the quay she did not see a soul.

a-taste-of-inis-meainA taste of Inis Meáin

“What can I do here” she asked him again. Well, you can walk the island I suppose and you can climb the forts. But look, do you see that car over there? I am sure that is the place you are welcome to put your questions on. And be assured we will come back to pick you up again later this afternoon. And off the queen rounded the corner of the pier under way to her next destination.
There was a long list of questions she wanted to inquire about whether there is public transport on the island, pony and trap, shops and a variety of restaurants. The answer was ‘no’. Not as such. And who does live in all these houses. I do not see anybody at all. Where are they. And what about all the noises I am used to hear?

low-tideLow tide

A sip of fresh and strong Irish tea did good on her for then she wished to head down for the church. What a lovely and intimate church you have and so full of peace she confided me later on.

coming-homeComing home

Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin


Polar Circle

It is only with hesitation that I close the curtains to let her go.

a-glorious-day-it-wasA glorious day it was

so-it-wasSo it was

The day has been a glorious one. Like a souvenir the various shades in the still colouring sky are reflected on the surface of the sea. In a calm and serene mood, the night takes her turn gradually from the worn day. When sunset is almost at hand though, despite of an atmosphere of serenity, there is restrained tension as well. With the diminishing of light, the contours of what is still to be seen/observed become sharper and so is the intensity of the colours at sea.
Soon the sky is becoming equal in tone and I descry the first stars.
As busy as it was in the sky right then with the planets and stars in their various constellations shining brightly along the milky way as quiet it was the following morning down on the street.

start-of-closing-inStart of closing in

Not a soul nor a cat or dog and hardly any car I saw on my way down to Moinín na Ruaige, one of the hamlets on Inis Meáin.

enclosed-in-mistEnclosed in mist

Well, that I did not see anybody at all was not so strange for a dense mist had covered Inis Meáin for the bigger part.

for-how-longFor how long

As if the island was taken apart and closed in with a piece of string. Even the fields lying across the road were hardly to discard.

the-sun-in-her-risingThe sun in her rising

At noon there was a bit of a sunrise to be followed by a sunset shortly after.

between-sunrise-and-sunsetBetween sunrise and sunset

It felt as if we had been brought in secret within the polar circle. I do hope to be back again in the Atlantic Ocean when I awake tomorrow morning.

when-i-wake-upWhen I wake up

Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin

Smoothly into Fall

Although the light is still bleak in her appearance, she has already overcome the darkness of the worn night.

day is breakingDAY IS BREAKING

One of pureness is the atmosphere, open to embrace the day to come.

atmosphere of purenessATMOSPHERE OF PURENESS

embracing the day to comeEMBRACING THE DAY TO COME

From above, the sea looks calm and flat and every inch in the colouring of the sky is reflected on her surface. The view is clear. The Twelve Bins, the mountains in Connemara, though far away, I can easily count as I also can see a shower in its’ development above the sea.
It will only take a wee while I suppose, before the first birds will find their way into the air again. At the moment however there is still silence.

still in their sleepingSTILL IN THEIR SLEEPING

Step by step though the enchantment of the night is diluted into the day

the first one to fly todayTHE FIRST ONE TO FLY TODAY

the last flowers into bloomTHE LAST FLOWERS OF THE SEASON INTO BLOOM

As the quality of the night gradually dilutes into the day so takes the season of Fall the lead of the tail of Summer. The hissing sounds of the bicycle tyres hitting the heated tarmac and the squeaking voices of their brakes, just down the bottom of the hill at the crossroads, have faded by now as has the eye-catcher of vibrant colours of summer clothing.

freshly tied strawFRESHLY TIED STRAW

Gently though, the thread of the chorus of daily life is taken up again at the moment the schools and the hosting families have welcomed their familiar and new pupils from the mainland again, eager to make the best out of the term ahead.

Besides the earnest of taking up daily life afresh there are, thanks be to God, of course moments of pure sunshine too in which one can revolve oneself once more as if holidays are still there. Letting go and taking distance of one’s daily life just as the visiting librarian must have acted. Feeling cherished in another world she just looked at hours of opening and forgot to read which amenity was actually concerned.


Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin

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