It was in the intimacy of limited daylight we celebrated Christmas, almost a month ago now. The amount of natural light during the day had come until its absolute minimum by then. And during the following week it was kept like that.
And …it felt comfortable. It was just lovely to spent much time inside, in the house. Being curled up in a chair at the fire place I felt the comforting warmth of the coal fire. While staring into its lovely bright and deep flickering flames it seemed as if I was with someone else with whom I could share my thoughts.
As soon as Lá caille ( lit. the veil on the day), New Years’ Day, arrived however, things changed quite abruptly. What I had loved before, lighting little candles for example during the day, did not seem to work out anymore the way I was used to the days before…Was it perhaps because of the quality of light which was different now? From a quality of deepest intimacy at Christmas actually, the light had changed into one of more transparency and clearness now instead of the somewhat mysterious haze which was so lively present in the light before.
With this change, the closeness of the moment I had experienced before, was broken. It seemed as if I awoke suddenly out of a sound sleep. What had happened? It was pure anxiety what I felt now and I did not feel like staying inside. Going outside was what I wanted and embrace the newborn light. With this transformation, it seemed light was given back to the world.
When the days passed on, gradually I grew into the re found balance as light is growing from now onwards, day by day. Just as the rooster takes its step, considered looking but determined.
Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin