As the crisp air blows down the rocky hills and shadows creep on across Western walls of leaning stones, the great Celtic Pilgrimage finds itself in the home stretch.
The Westies of the Wild Irish West Tours came to Ireland visitors -- some returning,…Continue
For Part 2 in my series on research sites for my book, The Prince of Glencurragh, I find that my content does not show up well in this application. I invite readers to view the latest instalment by following the link below:…Continue
Added by Nancy Blanton on October 31, 2016 at 2:00pm — No Comments
Lough Gowra Reflection 61 cm. x 91 cm. Oil on Canvas
Fergus Lyons: Artist
"To Sligo and Beyond . . ."…Continue
Integrity Protecting the Works of Man (by Ward) on the pediment of the New York Stock Exchange Building, Integrity, in the center, wears the winged cap of Mercury, the god of commerce. The figures on her left represent mining and…Continue
The oratory of St. Colman echoes with hundreds upon hundreds of years worth of worshipful memory.
In a secluded glade of ancient trees nestled against the breast of the Burren, a landscape so surreal and old it seems the surface of a planet in a galaxy…Continue
Like their economy, which was based on planting, growing and harvesting, the Celtic calendar was centered around the Sun and agriculture and determined by a lunar calendar. The four major feasts were…Continue
To fully experience the Celtic spirit, one must embrace not only the essence of a pilgrim, but also the land the pilgrim walks upon.
Places such as Galway's Brigit's Garden are sacred keepers of beloved earthly traditions. A calendar year in the form of…Continue
Added by The Wild Geese on October 29, 2016 at 1:30pm — No Comments
All Souls Night. A time of bonfires bursting to life beneath a cloudy sky. The grass wet from late Autumn mists that tumble haphazardly down the mountainsides as if driven by reckless celestial abandon. The soft moan of wind as it rushes through the caverns and…Continue
Bill Ochs died on October 5th after a long battle with a cancer he had largely kept to himself, hoping to tell everyone after he had defeated it.
He was a man whose life was music and the music he most loved -- and he loved many kinds of music -- was traditional Irish music.
He was an excellent player, first tin whistle player and ultimately an uilleann…Continue
In the early evening they would gather in the grove, beneath the sheltering embrace of the sacred white oak tree. The Master had carefully dowsed the area, and had chosen it for the serene beauty and…Continue
There is poetry written into this land. Much like there is poetry written into the Irish soul. Poetry is not, as many think, a pretty art of whimsy and folly. Poetry, more oft than not, is the rawest and freest means of expression a person can…Continue
The ritual of cleansing oneself with water to begin anew is an old one.
From the seemingly simple act of taking a shower to the tradition of baptising a baby, water is seen as a nurturing source of life and a cyclical element. Its…Continue
Added by Nicole Samantha Fishkind on October 26, 2016 at 5:30pm — No Comments
There is something deeply engrained in our makeup as a species to seek out our roots. To water them with knowledge and expressively branch out into the universe with greater understanding. To discover what makes us grow. We are constantly reaching for…Continue
The ancient Celtic harvest feast called Samhain (pronounced SAH-win) is celebrated October 31-November 1, marking the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter, the “darker half” of the year. It was suggested in the late 19th…Continue
Added by Margaret M. Johnson on October 25, 2016 at 4:00am — No Comments
Lights of Boston trail away,
wisps on winds born of steely birds
which skim the oceans with shadows stray
and bring with them one thousand words.
Soft chime the bells of sojourn's song,
Through leaves aflame in glorious hue,
Far be it from me to to wonder long
And wander on cosmic cue.
The curtain call of Autumn's end
In her one last elegant bow,'
Gestures on to something…Continue
Added by Nicole Samantha Fishkind on October 24, 2016 at 8:30pm — No Comments
I’ve heard of life imitating art, but the only time I ever saw death imitating it was at Samuel John MacPherson’s wake…Continue
(We would ordinarily would not reprint an entire article from another publication, but I'm sure our friends at the Irish American News won't object to us doing it in this case. Please if you can, help this cause. These ancestors call out for the support of every Irishman and Irish-American from across the…Continue