Month of contradictions

Before the bad weather arrived

From different directions they seem to come. I am watching the hailstorms. In horizontal flurries they are impelled while they are competing in strength. However, they have hardly time enough to figure out which is the strongest because there is another storm heading on for attention.

Coming of another storm

Hail is on the way

When I look on the right of me I see the majestic Dún Chonchúir or the O’Connor fort dating from at least 5000 years ago. Especially now in the bad weather I am amazed by its measurements and what else I am wondering, will have been there on building settlements of which we do not have any clue of. The only thing I know is that of many and many storms like we have these days and worse, the fort has been witness of. And despite of that it is still there. Thanks be to God.

In between

From one moment into the next these days of January, there is suddenly heavy rainfall followed however by a lovely and warming sunshine. As well as frost with slippery roads and incoming fog some hours later.

Closed in

Or gales whereat I would think of missing something to discover a moment later it is the absence of the wind. Her ongoing sound of trying to get way in taking everything being somewhat loose with her and thereafter it is that I suddenly experience there is an immense space left to exhale. In letting go that bit of alertness makes a world of a difference to me. Peace has been restored as there is no daring sound at the forefront to be heard. For a moment at least. After some moments of clearness in the sky and a glimpse of a watery sun another attack of the next gale is taking place . . .

The restlessness in the weather does not seem to affect the way the wild flowers develop though; the wild garlic is well on her way in getting harvested as the celandine is in full bloom and more greens are manifest back from hibernating through time of winter.

Longing for better times

Getting rid of worn out habits first before a new Spring can be welcomed. Just a matter of perseverance.

Slán go fóill,

Elisabeth from Inis Meáin

Light prevailed darkness


Before my eye sky and sea intermingle as the sky touches the sea. What I still observed some moments ago as two different elements with a distinct horizon marking the division between them is no more. It has only been a matter of seconds before the scene changed abruptly. From being clear and transparent the sky has turned into an impermeable and woolly sort of greyish woven blanket. Although hardly noticeable I experience the sky marching with fast speed towards that what uses to be under her until I see her overtaking the realm of the sea.



Immediately the waves react on this usurpation. What I just before observed in the spectacle of the water: the steady strengthening of her movement through which masses of water are build up gradually towards the turning point of breaking the rolling waves into release. As the incidental occasion in which a part of the wave culminates in a huge upheaval of water which splashes up against the rocks and transforms into a diffusing haze spreading over the island vanishing as an invisible veil.


This did not occur anymore. Although I saw the same sort of movement it was without any vigour as there was none of it in the rotation of the water either. It only collapsed as a heavy pudding. And beyond she goes: gradually the slabs of limestone at the coast line get also interwoven in the taking over wherefore the world becomes smaller and smaller. The spread white washed cottages, however, will be the silent witnesses of Inis Meáin which is kept on its own now.


What a pleasure to awake the following morning, on Lá na ceapaire or New Year’s Day with the sun shining upon my face.

Lá na ceapaire

Since long even on Inis Meáin there has not been a sign of her at all. Not only the world around us expanded with the sea and its currents but also the stowing of the waves turned the water into a brightened colour of white as the fields and dunes were given a golden glance. Light prevailed darkness. Spring won’t be long.

Light prevails the darkness

Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin


Near Trácht Each

Many of them are on the island, and all of them are lovely in their very own way. Some are outgoing and nosy, eager to know what is going on while there are others which show some sort of shyness and are, until the latest moment before meeting, undecisive whether to bark or hide.
Most of them are working dogs. They are the ones trained to help their master with handling the cattle. During the day and even sometimes at night time those ones have a job to fulfil which they apparently love. Dancing and jumping around and about, sometimes accompanied by barking they are willing to participate. Between these hours of commitment there is always some time to spend for themselves though. As I use to find Sailor, having a wee rest on the side of the road opposite the masters’ house milking the sun. Although he seems to be asleep when I pass him his tail sways politely.


Not many years have been passed since he arrived from the mainland as a puppy. He then got the difficult role of replacing Rover, his predecessor which had died previously. Which dog would ever be able to replace a dog like Rover, the hard worker and everyone’s friend. The one who always was good humoured and never missed the moment to make you a warm welcome after returning home with begging for a hug.

In the sunshine



Well, Sailor you managed! You passed the test. Not only you are, I hardly dare to say, almost, as friendly as Rover used to be, you also seem to take up your role as a working dog as serious as a master only could dream of; never you will disregard your task. However, if there might be any time left to spend it will be often with Rasher the pussycat as what Rover loved too with his cat friend. With Rasher lying snugly on your lap you both enjoy the sunshine. The other day there, high above the ground, I saw you sitting upright on the wall which gives entrance to the garden gate. The front paws placed straight before you and your head was in an upheaved position. Rasher had taken the same position, only half a yard behind. For any sort of greeting there was no time. Guarding the place that was what mattered now.


Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin

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