A Picture – Is It Really Worth a Thousand Words?
If you blog as I do, you put words to a page almost daily in the hopes of bringing it to fruition on a blog. But more often than not my thoughts for any given blog has been inspired by the pictures I take.
I’m really not that good a photographer, but there is something about an image in a given picture that sets my mind to thinking in phrases, or words pictures. Though words can seldom recreate the exact beauty or feeling that has captured my heart and mind I love to attempt the feat but seldom do it justice.
This is one of those pictures that is one of those impossibly beautiful photos that when I take it in I find myself touching an achingly sad feeling that immediately takes to the spot if I close my eyes. Here I see St. Kevin’s Church. Here also I see the graveyard of many who lived, and died and are buried in the hallowed ground. But what grabs me and holds me by the throat is the green that envelopes the whole scene. Like Ireland, this scene holds faith, life, and death but mostly the irrepressible spirit of a people who lived, fought, and died for the land. Here they created a music that began to share personal stories about the pain and separation of families as well as of the loves and joys in the smallest things of life. They sang, and sing, a song for Ireland. The music of the Celtic soul of this land is often what makes life bearable and worth living. It is not always beautiful, nor is it always easy to hear. But like many a song it is a way to deal with those experiences and then continue on in living. From the joyful songs to their most painful ballads and laments the Irish have allowed for a letting go in song and the music. The pain is never really gone with the singing of the words it is only given and shared freely, and through that act permitted to be given away. A load shared, is a load lightened for many.