In Celtic tradition, Hallowe’en is the day of the dead, when in story and song our friends and loved ones are recalled and, in a sense, are invited to come among us and are celebrated. But, at midnight, they are dismissed to return to the realm of the dead in an act that symbolizes [...]
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On a sheer cliff above the ancient port of Sligo, there rests a singular rock formation that resembles a seated woman wrapped in a shawl. It is known as the Cailleach, or old woman, but the locals call it the Watcher on the Rock Above the Sea. Many the story is [...] What follows is an edited version of a portion of my book,”O’Shaughnessey: The Faerie Circle,” in which young Margaret McNeill Mahoney talks to the shenache Moira McCarthy about her parents’ troubled marriage which inspires Moira’s unorthodox response. “I see you’ve found my Liam,” Moira said. In The Faerie Circle, young Margaret Mahoney awakens one morning to find that the Clurichaun Fitzgibbon, whom she dreamed about, has apparently made good his threat and knotted her curly red hair during the night. Since she doesn’t believe in leprechauns, clurichauns and the like, she attributes the knots to a restless night, Ireland’s [...] My Severest Critic is Not Pleased I have often said that O’Shaughnessey the leprechaun is my severest critic and he is mostly credible except when it comes to the way I present him. Then, he can be downright myopic. I have already related to you the distaste he has for the illustrations of the [...] It is surprising, to say the least, this awarding of the Nobel Peace Prize to President Barack Obama, a man who as yet has not accomplished all that much as President of the United States. No one is more surprised than the recipient himself. Ah! Autumn! It’s my favorite time of year. The leaves are turning, the skies are graying, there’s the smell of burning wood in the air from hundreds of chimneys. It is truly marvelous!
I never tire of watching the DVD of The Secret of Roan Inish! Even were I not Irish, I would love it; the fact that I am is just an added benefit. O’Shaughnessey took the mug of honey nectar, newly heated with a hot poker from the fire, and sipped it slowly, allowing O’Sullivan to savor the memory. “You know, old friend, it isn’t easy for a young lad like him to keep believing, living as they do in the five-senses world. Many who have [...] |
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