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A matter of taste

It has already been a long time since I was there… Of course, it is winter still and the weather has not always been as  suitable as a wandering like this asks for, but! Anyway, from time to time I  just long to be there and be part of it. At this time of year it does not need to be long, only, as to say, I would like to have a little glance around the corner and enjoy the variety in the scenery. I would love to have a quick look at the organ pipes, for instance, are they still  as nicely shined upon by the sun as if it looks  they are made out of bronze and what about the, by myself so called Roman bridges, would it be possible to notice whether they are even be more caved by the force of the waves against the rocks since the last time I saw them? There are always a lot of questions I live with when I have not been there for a certain amount of time.

cliffs on inis meáin

Cliffs

Lovely, today is promised to be a good and fair one. There will be a cold but not so strong wind and  going up it will be at my back anyway. So, why any hesitation at all…

And as go brách linn ( and off we go), Tjitske, my dog, and myself. Both of us are cheerful. Actually I am and I think she is as well, respecting the way she behaves, happily walking alongside of me, swaying her tail. Until we attain the spot where I have to decide which way we will take…. Because I have some foreknowledge, I decide to take the left wing, which will lead us to exactly the same spot but with a small detour. Tjitske goes in front of me, climbing the stone built stairs, happily. Entering a following field, however, I notice an attitude of vague reluctance from her side. Only with  some stimulant words she walks on.

waves on inis meáin

Waves

From where we are now I thouroughly enjoy the impressive scenery and I impend to forget all about my dog. Minutes later,  I realise her absence though. I look over my shoulder and see her sitting, comfortably amid all those crooked and straight stones. She seems to have something different in mind than I have….

dog on aran islands

Waiting

I continue my way. On my way back I pass Cathaoir Synge. It is there that she sits, waiting….

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On the way back

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On the way back

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On the way back

Slán go fóill,

Elisabeth from Inis Meáin.

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Midwinter

Heading towards midwinter, it is an intensive span of time these last couple of weeks. At times you may  experience it as a period in which even endurance is asked. Indeed, one knows, light will come back but still…

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In these days of experiencing  the waning of sunlight and the growing of darkness so intensely it can feel like a growing burden. Taking up the chorus of life can become tougher now day by day and even more strenuous as well.

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May be this is one of the reasons a division of Advent was made once, into four parts. The path towards Christmas is marked now, step by step. Every Sunday during four weeks a new candle is added and lit as a symbol of the light which will conquer the darkness.

And then, the biggest part of winter had passed already that I was walking on the road towards the church. It had been a cloudy day but now while it was nearly sun dawn, the sky opened up and a sense of freshness filled the air.

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And there it was, back again…After a long period of absence of birdsong I heard the blackbirds singing their lovely song. With their music there was that special sense of airiness too into the heaviness of the moment. A scent of freshly mowed grass came into my memory.

flowers on the aran islands

A glimpse of Christmas, not far away now was brought by them.

 

churchHappy Christmas

Slán go fóill,

Elisabeth from Inis Meáin

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Dusk

That tiny bit but so special period of time, I love it. It doesn’t make any difference, now that days are becoming shorter and shorter. Actually, it makes it even more extraordinary. The contrast for example between the distinctiveness of the contours of the skyline and the stone walls and the apparently hesitating colouring of the sky above…

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It is dusk when I step outside. The lights at the new pier are still on and so are the few lantern poles on the road. The moon, only a thin crescent but still gloriously shining, high up in the sky, while Venus, as morning star, has already disappeared from side. Going my way it feels as just having turned the first page of a brand new copy book. The air smells fresh, the road is wet, washed as to welcome a fresh new day.

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All of a sudden, while I am climbing the little hill, she is there. Her appearance, it strikes me. The way she is…  as if she  is the bean an (landlady) herself of Dún Chonchúir, the big fort…Broad, heavy and strong ina seasamh (literary: in her standing). Her look is alike; stern but a bit nosy at the same time too,” who is coming there ” she seems to think.

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The markings of her horns, beautifully pointed towards the front, are in a sharp contrast with the sky. She is not the only one in the little field. Actually there are quite a few in her family but those  ones do not seem to be interested in what is going on.

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Although morning is not yet there when I am going my way further down the hill, the colouring into daylight has started by now. A cat, comfortable sitting on a wall is having its nap while a couple of crows are already busy with gathering their breakfast…

Slán go fóill,

Elisabeth from Inis Meáin

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