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Embedded in goodness

Early morning

Early morning

It is…After some days of wintry weather with a steady northwestern wind it is there again: a morning of which you would wish you could keep hold of. The Atlantic Ocean coloured in many different shades of blue looks like a mirror. In its’ flatness it is an ice skating ring alike. I do not feel a waft of wind at all when I take the threshold to step into the outside world again.

Good morning.

Good morning.

On the contrary, the sun shining from above the little island of Inis Oírr is welcoming me with her warmth. On the small road I meet the grayish donkey; as usual wandering about  in the early hours of the day, determinedly sauntering, picky tasting of the juicy greens and flowers at the bank.

Wandering around

Wandering around

A tinge of sweetness of the blooming hawthorn comes towards me when I am going down the hill. Peace is all around. I love these hours of transition in which nature is left by herself. I feel these hours are sort of embedded in a sacred atmosphere. It is as if I am entering another world in which I am allowed to go into but only tiptoeing.

Some birds are still feathering on the wire. A couple of cows with their calves lie down in one of the little fields just the way I met them last night. Their huge but strong bodies are put back to back. The spines show strength. Their seemingly soft fur has a shining polish which looks fresh and healthy.

Huge strong bodies

Huge strong bodies

Across the road there is the tiny dark brown donkey, as the night before, still lying down too. Its’ front paws stretched out in a comfortable way, its’ head upright though. Nothing is worth to be missed, is it not?

Lying donkey

Lying donkey

 

On my way back I choose the little boithrín (small road mostly used when the cows are removed). I love these tiny and narrow pathways where the stonewalls meander so joyfully.

Along boithrín

Along boithrín

 

Walking between them I feel love and strength once put into by former generations and passed on to the present.

In boithrín

In boithrín

 

Slán go fóill,

Elisabeth from Inis Meáin

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Feeling lonely?

After having waved goodbye to most of the visitors Inis Meáin is again.

In former times the island used to be much more crowded due to a larger population. During the past season of summer however there were always some people at least, who happened to be walking on the road.

inis meain island

Lovely Island.

It is nice anyway, I think, to stop and meet people for a wee chat before I continue my way. With the passing  of Fall however although people still come, the number of visitors has dropped and life on the Island is ciúin (calmed down)again.

Quite often visitors ask me how it is here in Winter. “Is it not very quiet then and do you not feel lonely from time to time”? Well, in a way it is always quiet here I would say and feeling lonely? Let me tell you about yesterday when I took my stroll over the island: when I stepped outside in the early morning I saw a sea without any wrinkle and there was a lovely and clear view of the mainland of Connemara.

calm sea aran

Calm Sea

I went to the east this time and there was a lovely sunrise above the hills of county Clare.

sunrise on inis meain

Sunrise

sunrise inishmaan

Sunrise 2

On my way down I first meet a cow staring at me from the entrance of Dún Chonchúir (the O’Connor fort).

cow at fort

Cow at Dún Chonchúir

A little further down there was a mother cat with her kitten on her back, enjoying the morning sun on top of a tractor while another  couple of yards further down there was the most courageous dog, I ever meet on Inis Meáin, standing at ease outside the window sill! Before I went down the last hill I saw some cows going around the corner at the crossroads while their friends from across the road were following them with their eyes.

cows

Where are you going?

animal photo

Where did my friends go?

I suppose you can imagine I never feel lonely.

Slán go fóill,

Elisabeth from Inis Meáin.

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Go gcoinní Dia i mbos A láimhe thú (may God hold you in the hollow of His hand)

It was serenity, I felt, after coming out from the sheltered inside of the house  entering the outside world.  Actually by the strong presence of this atmosphere I even felt overtaken. Although its’ presence was strong it had the quality of lightness at the same time.

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fauna-aran-islands

It was still early. The silence was complete; I did not even hear a bird singing its ‘song or the barking of a dog in the distance. And… there was no wind.  After the night the air felt refreshed and so did I look upon the flowers, abundantly blooming at the banks along the little boreens. There was a lovely smell around them.

field inis meain

wallflower

 

The view was clear. Never did I see so many different shades of light blue above me in the sky.

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While I was walking eastwards I saw sunrays meeting the water in a silvery glance. A moment later I felt the sun nursing my face…

On my walk I saw a mother cow with her offspring  apparently enjoying the warmth of the sun too.

cows on aran

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It was not long before sunset that I took the same walk. Altogether it had been a lovely day indeed in which we could enjoy the presence and warmth of the sun. I looked at the little fields still being sunbathed when at once I saw a tiny little cloud in front of them. Actually I thought it was a tiny patch of smoke coming from a fire. Only a couple of minutes later, the sea and the mainland were completely vanished from sight. Time for the nightly rest now…

Slán go fóill,

Elisabeth from Inis Meáin.

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