Often it is Phil’s words you read here.
We both agree to the post . . .
but he often writes.
Today it is me . . . Patricia.
Yesterday we went to Blarney near Cork.
We had hoped, well actually Phil had hoped, we could go to Skellig Michael, about 12k (40 minute trip) out in the North Atlantic from Portmagee, but the boat captain said it was “too ruff,” so we went to Blarney, County Cork, instead.
I am glad!
I really wanted to come to Blarney Castle to kiss the Blarney stone.
My mom and dad (Eileen & Tom) had been a couple times or more and kissed the stone for all of us (my 4 siblings and me).
My sons, Sean and Peter, have been here and kssed the stone.
My sister, Mary, was here in June and she kissed it. She said she would not leave with out kissing the stone.
I’m really glad I got to be there yesterday and I got to kiss this stone that has some lore for my family. But beyond all the commercialism surrounding the Legends, it is rather epic event for some. I was struck with the climb to the top of the castle, (up narrow and rigorous circular stone steps.) Then to kiss the stone, one must hang upside-down over an opening looking down about 90 ft.
The kiss, however, is not casually achieved. To touch the stone with one’s lips, the participant must ascend to the castle’s peak, then lean over backwards on the parapet’s edge. This is traditionally achieved with the help of an assistant. (Wikipedia source). One woman there was from Europe. To kiss the stone was on her bucket-list. She really wanted to do it. But when she started to lie down, the fear of it overcame her. She couldn’t do it.
Phil says kissing the stone bought tears to my eyes.
Well . . .
I don’t know.
Here are some of the pictures from the day . . .
May you know the magic of the old ones.
May you be inspired by buildings of antiquity.
May there be those whose steps before you encourage you to step on and on and on . . .
. . . and to step with grace.
May you know you are loved as much as we know we are loved.