Reflections from Ireland

Through days and miles, I close my eyes and see the wondrous faces of Noble Silence.

Dim lit room – candles flickering – features softened. Some weary from a day of feasting on the senses - others radiant upon reflection of the ancestors and saints gone by.

Silently – we form a circle – entering meditative prayer through reading and ritual. We bow our heads with soft-focused eyes until the words of the first bubble to the surface.

Palms together – gentle nod – the words flow. Some brief – others a longer story. They wash over me – absorbing me in the soft light – the dark of night surrounding us beyond.

A bow to finish and the silence rests upon us again.

castledermot graveyard ©lucy

Comments

[Maureen]

I have some roots in Ireland. Every time I read one of your posts about that wondrous country, I feel the tug to go there.

[Anonymous]

That is really beautiful. Pamela

[Sue]

Oh.

[The Pollinatrix]

I could gaze into that photo all day.

[lucy]

maureen-i say go for it!!

thanks, pamela. miss you!

sue - oh???

me, too, pollinatrix.

glad you all stopped by and said hi!

[Sue]

Oh as in, "ohhhhh"

:)

[SUNRISE SISTER]

Lucy,

Loving your Ireland photos! And this reflection is even more beautiful to me having been in that circle with you.

xoxoxo

[kigen]

Lucy, I have had this ceremony blessing and holding me for two days. Nature is honest, but filled with mystery and silence. Her every ending opens a new beginning, that's today. Love.

[lucy]

SS & kigen - i am blessed to have you each in my circle. xoxoox