Aoife was a changed woman now and one day suggested that she and the children should visit their grandfather. On the journey they stopped by a lake and she encouraged the children to go for a swim. The four children played happily in the water, not noticing that their stepmother was now standing at the waters edge wearing her fathers magic cloak.
'For too long you children have stood between your father and I, but not for much longer!' she cried
'We cannot be killed by you...' Aodh replied,
'...we are the Children of Lir and if you harm us our ghosts will haunt you!'
'I’m not going to kill you.....' she shouted
'......but I am going to change you!'
At this she bowed her head and started an incantation. The children looked at each other in fear as they saw a red and gold circle envelope them on the water. They saw Aoife open up her cloak from which the great light of a fireball emerged and hurtled towards them, burning all in its wake.
The fireball hit the water and caused masses of steam to rise about the children and they soon lost all feeling in their legs, arms, shoulders and head. They soon regained their sight only to see Aoife laughing at them. Aodh tried to attack her and flailed his arms about furiously but nothing happened except the splashing of water. He turned to look at his brothers and sister only to see that they had all been turned into the most beautiful swans ever seen.
Aoife scowled at them again and told them that they were to spend nine hundred years as swans, three hundred on Lough Derravaragh, three hundred on the Straits of Moyle and three hundred on the Isle of Inish Glora. To end the spell they would have to hear the bell of the new God.
'I leave you with your voice however, and the most beautiful singing ever heard' she said. ; Children of Lir, Excerpt.
Seeing.
More than ever our world is saturated with visual stimuli. Images of everything: big, small, moving, flickering, in your pocket, on screen, on the wall, on the van, the taxi, the truck, on your skin. Visuals for deciding, feeling, learning, identity and more ...
Often with so much information moving toward us and around us, time itself becomes compressed and it flickers by too ... no time.
So, this little blog becomes a 20 second time out for that beautiful ability that all we humankind have: to SEE
To avert our gaze. To look & SEE.
Why? Because without sounding too corny, Love and Beauty is all around us ...
... and it sometimes reveals itself when we allow ourselves simply to look, to SEE.
20 seconds or so. Breath a little. Look and SEE ... connect inside and out, and there you are 'yourself', your good self.
Beauty in the ordinary ...
a landscape
a streetscape
a tree in the rain
they look and catch hands
the bus driver smiled
the waitress looked tired, but smiled anyway
sun on the road after rain.
Here's a few ...
Mad Irishmen
Over a bit of time it's easy to see where stories, community and culture converged in the landscape of County Carlow. Local culture tells of men coming here to share their stories and stay, live, and serve.
From the little I know of early Christianity after Patrick and before the Celtic church disappeared, it sounded like an adventure, a risk, to have courage and come and be among people who weren't family and didn't know you. Names of men like Patrick, Lazerian, and Moling (Mullin) are a few I have stumbled across. (Sometimes literally as I crossed a field in pre-dawn light!)
The visible remains of structure and symbol are there in the landscape and I sense an echo of their own time and a legacy that's not just a daring faith story, but also reading skills, books and new techniques to harness the resources of land, water, and enrich the community.
Some of these adventurers and risk takers brought hope and light to darker parts of Europe after their season here in County Carlow, Ireland.
Here a few images of places in Carlow's landscape that have a hint or two of these 'Mad Irishmen'.
Keith keithdowlingphotography carlow www.keithdowlingphotography.com