The most serious and probably the most lively one of the fifty two weeks which makes the year go round was last week. It is lively because sometimes it looks back on passed events while at other moments it refers to what still lies ahead in the future…
With Domhnach an Lúir (literarily: the Sunday of protection) we celebrated Palm Sunday. After Mass we all received a branch of the “palm tree” to take home. The tradition goes that when you give it a place in your house it gives protection for keeping one’s faith and trust during the serious week in front of us.
Nearly six weeks earlier on Céadaoin na Luaithre (Ash Wednesday) the period of Lent started. The time in which one can prepare oneself on what happened during the Holy Week. As a symbol for reflection, the priest made a cross then on people’s forehead out of ash from the Palm tree.
Each of the seven days of the Holy week represents a specific situation of what happened two thousand years ago. In a similar way we can consider any week as a parallel with it; the days of the week are developing towards a highlight which metamorphoses at a certain stage.
With respect to the past Holy Week it was amazing how the days developed in line with nature: while the week started in a quiet way, in a couple of days it developed into rough weather in which a northern wind brought a lot of coldness. It meant a period of endurance…Then there was the turning point…peace all over. No wind at all. And it happened at that day while I was crossing the Atlantic towards the mainland a large group of dolphins showed up, playing and jumping about, in and out of the waves again and again…
Then there was Satharn Cásca (Holy Saturday). In a way the world seemed as coming to a halt: it seemed as if the (human ) world kept their breath…
In the darkness we celebrated the day during Mass. There was a fuse for everyone as we entered the church. After a while we were invited to go into the night again and there, while the stars Venus and Jupiter where our witnesses, a big candle was lit from the little coal fire in the church yard. From this candle the first fuses were lit which in turn passed the light on to everyone.
We went into the darkness knowing that He is with us.
Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin.











