Winter Solstice

Winter Solstice is one of my very favourite days of the year. I see it as a major turning point from darkness towards light.

It’s also a day when I hear echoes of long ago and feel the call of the ancients.

The place that speaks most of antiquity to me around Tramore is Gaulstown Dolmen which is thought to date back to 3500 BC.

I have a theory that the dolmen was constructed so that it would catch the setting sun to symbolise dying.

Here is how it was at sundown this evening.

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Gaulstown Dolmen, Co. Waterford

And, I love how the sun glinted through it:

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The Glinting

Irish Intoxication

Drink to me only with thine eyes …  (Ben Jonson)

What was a quick walk at sundown yesterday after a long day at the computer turned into a feast of soothing light out by Carrigavantry Lake, which is just a couple of miles from Tramore.

It brought thoughts of lines from  W.B. Yeats’  wonderful Lake Isle of Innisfree:

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

Carrigavantry is a place that holds all sorts of memories for son, Harry, and me and we often go there when we crave tranquillity. Yesterday, though, was different as it was an ordinary day for both of us ~ that is, if any day can ever be called ‘ordinary.’

We didn’t go there for any emotional reasons or with any inner longings but it was like as if Carrigavantry hadn’t been told that and was determined to envelope us in magical light.

Welcoming Eyes
Welcoming Eyes

The green of Spring seemed tinged with Autumnal gold as we caught our first view of the nestling blue lake:

The First Glimpse
The First Glimpse

The rusty old bath that serves as a water trough fitted in perfectly with the golden hues. There was a softness in the air that made the ordinary exude extraordinariness:

Golden Gate
Golden Gate

The lake itself was high and the dying sun melted into the trees that frame it:

Carrigavantry Lake
Carrigavantry Lake

As we left for home, a well-coated grey horse gazed a pensive farewell:

Goodbye Eyes
Goodbye Eyes

Light of My Life

On days like today, I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

It’s all about ‘time well spent,’ and I couldn’t have asked for more than to be at the ocean with son, Harry, and Puppy Stan at sundown.

Nature was out in all her glory:

Buoyancy
Buoyancy

and the the colours were ever-changing.

Light and Half Light
Light and Half Light

The bond between man and dog never fails to warm my heart:

Harry and Stan
Harry and Stan

As I let my gaze wander

Touch of Ireland
Light of Ireland ~ Green, White and Gold

I hear a voice calling

My Boy on the Glowing Cliffs
My Boy on the Glowing Cliffs

as the tints change yet again …

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Burning Embers of the Day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Evening of Light

There was lovely soft light here in Co. Waterford today.

Here is how it was:

Naked Trees
Naked Trees

Naturally, I just had to see high tide:

Annestown Beach, Co. Waterford
Annestown Beach, Co. Waterford

As the sun was setting, the cloud formations were mesmerising:

Cloud Magic
Cloud Magic

As night drew in, there was such calm in the moonlight looking towards the Promenade in Tramore – that place that sings “home.”

Tramore in the Moonlight
Tramore in the Moonlight

I hope your place is bathed in soothing light that calms your soul.

 

 

 

Throwing Shapes

Yesterday was a day of shapes for me. I seemed to be seeing them everywhere and the light was playing games as well.

Here’s a tiny sample:

Father Dear …

I went for a late night swim last night in one of my very favourite beaches here in Co. Waterford.

The fact that it was moving towards Dad’s birthday today was on my mind ~ he was born in 1919 and died in 2010.

Imagine my surprise when I got to the swimming spot and saw that someone had written the message, that was subconsciously swirling around in my head, high up on the rocks.

Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford
Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford

I’m certainly not a fan of writing on rock faces but I must admit that this message was one which seemed to shout out what I and no doubt many other people whose beloved fathers have died, or left for some reason, feel.

The swim was divine and later I was lured by the gorgeous light out along the coast.

Annestown Beach, Co. Waterford
Annestown Beach, Co. Waterford

Lots and lots of happy memories of times spent with Dad along this Co. Waterford coastline and, of course, my thoughts wandered to Co. Clare which was his native heath ~ a place that was his absolute heaven.

Near Ballyvaughan, Co. Clare
Near Ballyvaughan, Co. Clare

Be happy. It’s one way of being wise.’  Colette

Light, Light, Light

Now that we’ve reached December 21, it feels like nature has opened the curtains so that we can lean into the light.

I got a wonderful preview of this yesterday when I went to the beach. It was like high Summer and the water was all bouncy and warm.

Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford
Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford

May you enjoy every second of nature’s magical light!