Holding back the dark.

Holding back the dark.

A very quick post.

My wife and myself were on a tour today with our local History/Heritage and Archaeology group.

While I was going through a few photos, just now, I spotted one which wasn’t planned but, only upon seeing it now, I think it has a message of some sort.

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I was acting the maggot pretending to try straighten up the high cross. Look at the sky. Is the Lord hard at work against the dark side? Or is it a sign of rain?

This is the site of one of the first monasteries in Ireland. At first glance all that remain are two large crosses. Here is a feature from the website of my local club. It tells of a recent excavation. http://www.buncranahistory.com/wordpress/?p=976

If you are not into ancient history I understand. Personally I find it facinating, especially pre-Christian times, how they lived, thought and died.

I try to spend lots of days in places like this. Roll on summer!

Thank you for reading,

Frankie.

Here are some more from other places today.

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Anamchara

Anamchara

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Anamchara. That word is millenia old.

It’s from the Gaelic (Irish/Celtic) language. Sometimes it has been broken into two words; anam cara, meaning soul’s friend.

The inetersting thing is that the word, anamchara,  was never meant to be split in two. Neither does it mean ‘soul mate’ as we understand it today.

The ancient Celts were so in tune with their gaurdian angel, spirit guide, synchronicity, Holy Spirit…whatever name we choose, that they worked as one. They hadn’t the same pollution in the mind that we have today.

My anamchara made itself known a few years ago and I have been trying to work in tune with it since.

As for my soul mate. It can only be my wife.

Think of the most humble, giving, forgiving, generous person.

Now half that, and that’s my wife. She also has a nice little sense of humour.

As if by a sign from my anamchara, yesterday at my parents’ home, I found a little diary I had kept during my early years as a motor mechanic. It was used to record different jobs on cars etc. It was one of those things I had forgotten even existed.

I randomly opened it somewhere in the middle. “Sunday, 30th June 1991; Me and Porter called up for Marie and Liz. Went to tavern. I tackled Marie. Yes.”

I was twenty. The tavern, was the name of a night club. Tackled meant I asked her to be my girlfriend.

She didn’t answer “yes”. She just threw the arms around my neck and hepled herself to my lips. I have that effect!

My anamchara reminds me every now and then just how lucky I am to have a soul-mate like her.

Thank you for not crying

Frankie.

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