At the foot of Abbey Hill lies Corcomroe Abbey, a small monastic settlement from the 12th century. It is a beautiful and peaceful place. The ruins seems to be part of the landscape itself, as if the local rocks had gathered together and re-arranged themselves into walls, archways and gables. It speaks of a spirituality rooted in simplicity and nature.
On the other side of the hill is a holy well, and next to the well is a rag tree - a hawthorn in a sacred spot on which people have hung prayers and intentions for generations. It is still used, adorned with ribbons, personal mementos, and even the plastic lids of coffee cups carefully hung from the branches. My friend suggested making Brigit's crosses, so in the absence of rushes we made them out of montbretia leaves and hung them in the tree. It was a simple act, and a reminder of the connection with nature that is at the heart of the Brigit tradition and the Garden.
Later, I picked up a sea pebble from the Flaggy Shore, looking north across the bay to Connemara and the Garden. The pebble is like the Burren in miniature - rounded and made of limestone, the pale lines of fossilised sea creatures like the horizontal contours of the hills. I held it in my hand and felt grateful for this beautiful and special place.
Water in the holy well reflects a blue sky |
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