seeking bridges between Celtic legend, fantasy, and history
Who possesses the landscape?-
The man who bought it or
I who am possessed by it?
False questions, for
this landsape is
and tractable in any terms
that are human.
It is docile only to the weather
and it’s indefatigable lieutenants-
wind, water and frost.
From A Man In Assynt, Norman MacCaig
Marilyn still remembers the feel of the salt spray, from those big waves that are more than 500 feet below. She remembers the pounding sounds, also.
When i have doubts I think of this: the 90 year-old (Marilyn) who was one of the ones I played harp and fiddle for, at Spring Meadows Retirement Community, remembers the Cliffs of Moher on the west coast of Ireland very well. She gave me a post card of the Cliffs of Moher that she still had.
Alice (my life companion) took this of my daughter Greta, when we were there 11 years ago. Time flies!
Many of the folks in these homes have to watch as their own life companions turn from vital beings to people who really don’t much want to live any more.
I, at least, with my fiddle and harp, can take them on a wee vacation, and they can remember the kids who came down and danced in the pub in the small town in Ireland.
I like to think it helps.
Prize Ram, Isle of Mull – 2008
Whoa! Never seen that much curl in a horn!