What wonderful weather we are having.
In Killarney, the lake of learning, Lough Leane, mirrors sky and mountain.
Almost in the town, Killarney House has opened up its wonderful gardens to the public. What an asset to everyone and free.
Walking is an ideal oppertunity to reflect and be inspired.
Not only the mountains trigger the inward eye but every changing tree.
Then the great Valerie O Sullivan, published a magnificent book on her beloved MacGillicuddy Reeks and its people, and what a wonderful book it is.
A joke compliments of Valerie:
November upon us, the change of clocks and our thoughts turn to our dead. I got this consoling thought from Bridget of Killarney:
Ballybunion is so real today in the October light
The surfers brave the Atlantic
The wild Atlantic Waves “bring the eternal notes of sadness in.”
“And the wild waves sing his requiem ” on The Castle Green as Ballybunion remembers Anthony Foley.
A total stillness fills the air these afternoons
You can almost hear the ringing of the fuchia
Among the lavander patch who is that fella?
Our neighbour, Martina Doran has sadly left us after a short holiday to return to her new home in Tasmania.
Her seminar with Kevin Mulvihill and Donie O Keeffe was a great success. It was a full house for the topic: “finding self esteem and self love.”
We are sending her one of the last roses of summer from her place of origin!
Rattoo Round Tower was built in the eleventh century.
The sandstone, 90ft building has been recently restored by the OPW.
The ruins long side have also been restored partially.
The curvilinear Carving and the internal Sheelah-na-gig are unique to the Tower.
Nearer Tralee is the ruins of the Kyrie Eleison Abbey at Abbeydorney founded in 1154 for the Cistercian Order.
It’s most famous Abbot was Christian O Conarchy, a friend of the reigning Pope, was buried there in 1186.
The ruins of the Church today are from the 15th century.
Autumnal colours abound
Patsy and Bosco have caused a bit of confusion internationally. In America, Patsy is a female name and Bosco is a mans name. Our pair are called after previous owners or homes of origin. Anyway their petit l’amour continues
And I’m reminded of a poem from Paddy Kennelly’s excellent book of poetry Disciples:
“Aren’t we the pure apes!
And when will we ever learn!
I couldn’t help remarking to myself
When I saw my she-cat
Paradin’, like a big hussy, before the big tom
‘ you bloody eejit!’ I said to her,
‘You’ll be sorry yet for wriggling your bum
At that fella. Just wait till the pusheens come!
I’m telling you, my dear, you’ll live to regret
Your little bit of fun yet ‘
Our Hannah doesn’t miss much and she is always learning!!
On last Wednesday, a young woman arrived from The Bronx to Ballylongford with three family names and a place name. She was lucky enough to meet Tommy Keane and John Hanrahan and before Alysin left Kerry, twenty four hours later she had found out she was related to half the parish and as many more in America that she never knew existed!
Alysin found an immediate connection with the landscape and was very moving as she surveyed North Kerry from Cnoc an Fhomhair
And of course the weather is always this fine in Kerry!
Bosco, with collar, lives down the road, Patsy, her partner lives in the road. Bosco gave birth recently to five beautiful puppies, all of whom found welcoming homes. They both happily reside in our community and they are a continual source of entertainment and discussion for us all.
Bosco was a little run down after birthing but in the company of Patsy has recovered her youthful vigour. Daily they meet here for fun and frolics and have turned our hay shed into a bridal sweet. I sense more puppies on the way!
The trees are in their Autumn beauty:
And thankfully the woodland paths are dry:
The boat is at anchor out from the Avenue Road, getting ready to sail to a country far away:
And the Autumn daybreaks are colourful:
Lick Castle ruins this Autumn Morning.Thanks to David for passing on this timely reminder of where we are in nature now.
O leafy yellowness you create for me
A world that was and now is poised above time,
I do not need to puzzle out Eternity
As I walk this arboreal street on the edge of a town.
The breeze too, even the temperature
And pattern of movement is precisely the same
As broke my heart for youth passing. Now I am sure
Of something. Something will be mine wherever I am.
I want to throw myself on the public street without caring
For anything but the prayering that the earth offers.
It is October over all my life and the light is staring
As it caught me once in a plantation by the fox coverts.
A man is ploughing ground for winter wheat
And my nineteen years weigh heavily on my feet.
A thought for today!
Excitement is building in downtown Asdee for this years symposium arranged by Donie O Keeffe and Sean Stack. It is sponsored by local shopkeepers Alice and John Walsh and is already overbooked according to Norelle Whyte.
This years topic is based on the work of the Israeli historian Yuval Noah Harari’s book ” Homo Deus: A Brief History of Tomorrow “.
His previous book went through 70,000 years of history and suggested there was nothing special about us humans. Only the blind hand of evolution lies behind the ascent of humanity. No God given spark in us at all. Needless to say it provoked alot of discussion in downtown Asdee, Kevin Mulvihill being very upset.
His latest book is “Homo Deus “. In the future we have got rid of the old enemies of mankind : plague,famine and war. “For the first time in history more people die of eating too much rather than too little, more people die from old age rather than infectious diseases, more people commit suicide rather than are killed by soldiers, terrorists and criminals combined. For the third millennium we have to achieve immortality, happiness and divinity.
How do we enhance people’s physical and cognitive beyond the biological norm?
These questions and more will be dealt with and off shore gander soup with banana bread will be available at the break.
Conversation will be as free flowing as the Torc Waterfall in full flow. Andrew Joy will be in attendance and he is supplying the soup, Donie O Keeffe the banana bread. The symposium is overbooked.
Well, the day dawned dry and bright and the excitement was building as Littor Road became a one way street with traffic and horse boxes. We just had a spring tide and racing started early because “the tides were answering.”
The early races started on time and a lot of the jockeys seem to be getting younger and younger. A lot of well known jockeys began their careers running here in the last twenty years, names like, Paul Townsend,Wayne Lordon, Philip Enright and Eric McNamara.
Out from Kilrush there was a yacht race in progress and did they seem to be enjoying the view of us!
The winner of the fourth race, The Peg Moore Memorial, was from Conemara.
All my photos don’t seem to be transferring to the blog this morning but a memorable day was had by all. Children were specially catered for
And the best joke heard on the strand yesterday was told to everyone by Kevin Mulvihill as he met and had a drink with everyone who entered the Races. ( He heard it from Patsy Coughlan)
It’s the time of the year that we remember the Angels and all roads lead to Lixnaw to the healing waters and ambiance of the place.
I love the path down to the well from the roadside. It reminds the pilgrim that I am crossing an ancient threshold.
It was the Norman settlers that brought devotion to Michael the Archangel to this low lying area. Normally Micheal, messenger of God, is associated with high places like Skellig, Roche San Michelle and St. Michael’s in Cornwall.
The statue shows the Archangel slaying the dragon, the sword is the gift of divine awareness within and around us.
The Well and its environs are beautifully cared for by a hardworking local committee and the inspiration of Fr. Mossie Brick.
The water has a pure cleansing quality about it.