Once upon a time 5,000 years ago in a spot called New Grange in Ireland about 2 hours north of Dublin a bunch of cavemen and women met atop this very hill. They joined hands and other parts and decided to develop a place where they could hold events. They don’t know for sure but mainly it was for various rites and rituals. You know a wedding one day, next day a funeral . A Celtic rental hall.
There were caves with drawings on the stone walls. Very primitive but very beautiful. We went there today. Kind of like Ireland’s Stonehenge.
As I squeezed myself into this narrow low ceilinged cave and the guide turned the lights off to show the path of sunlight… where and how the sun of the various solstices shone. A baby held by one of the tourists erupted into hysterical 😭 crying. Inwardly, I joined her and wondered why someone wasn’t holding me and assuring me that I would make it out of this cave alive.
I did make it out, by the way and I am sooo glad I went. Let’s put it this way…
It gave me no ease to hear I was under 5 tons of dirt and rock and nothing had ever moved…. YET!!!!
Where’s the local Pub when you need one? Can you tell I’ve been touched with a bit of the blarney? It’s catching and it’s wonderful.
Love ❤️ Sally-Jane