Myths and Legends of Ireland - Irish Mythology
It is said that whoever kisses the Blarney Stone is granted the Gift of the Gab. We explore further lore of Blarney Castle, including links with the Celtic Goddess, Clíodhna.
Flasks of Cold Tea. So the story goes. Aoife leaves pots, tea cups and flasks of cold tea all over the house. This is not a perk, more like pesky bread crumbs strewn over your favourite book. Clíodhna tidies after her, with a bright smile and a little wink when Aoife apologizes, always answering he
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Two years ago, I started this habit of going back to the sea every year. I would listen to the angry waves, dip my feet inside the tide pools, underneath the early December morning sky. It felt exactly like going home after a long journey, or an encounter with something or someone so special who had left a significant mark in life. I never felt more complete. A few wire cuts from uneven armature and buckets of paints later, a giant oyster was made. It was quite a long and complicated process of bringing something this challenging into life, but I never felt more excited every second of it. The idea of doing something I was unfamiliar with interested me. It never faltered a little bit. This photograph would be a temporary relief toward my imperishable sense of longing, a memory to recall one day, that what was once lost is never really lost. It just becomes more vivid as the soul grows older. As I was staring out to the ocean I knew she was there, somewhere in the core of it, along with those who perished too. She was there. Model: Sylwia Mickiewicz Facebook Page and Instagram.
Aurélie Raidron, aka Aurélie R. is a French vegan photographer questionning social issues with her dark and troubling photographies.
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Because no one could ever praise me enough, because I don't mean these poems only but the unseen unbelievable effort it takes to live the life that goes on between them, I think all the time about invisible work. About the young mother on Welfare I interviewed years ago, who said, "It's hard. You bring him to the park, run rings around yourself keeping him safe, cut hot dogs into bite-sized pieces for dinner, and there's no one to say what a good job you're doing, how you were patient and loving for the thousandth time even though you had a headache." And I, who am used to feeling sorry for myself because I am lonely, when all the while, as the Chippewa poem says, I am being carried by great winds across the sky, thought of the invisible work that stitches up the world day and night, the slow, unglamorous work of healing, the way worms in the garden tunnel ceaselessly so the earth can breathe and bees ransack this world into being, while owls and poets stalk shadows, our loneliest labors under the moon. There are mothers for everything, and the sea is a mother too, whispering and whispering to us long after we have stopped listening. I stopped and let myself lean a moment, against the blue shoulder of the air. The work of my heart is the work of the world's heart. There is no other art. "Invisible Work" by Alison Luterman. Reprinted by permission of the poet. This poem originally appeared in The Sun magazine and in Alison's first book of poetry, The Largest Possible Life (Cleveland State University Press, 2001). For more information about Alison and her other books of poetry, essays and plays, visit her website. Art credit: Detail of mother and child, charcoal drawing by Egon Schiele.
