Wednesday, September 18, 2024

The Irish in Me



The Irish language stalks me at times. More so perhaps now that I'm older. Even in disuse. as it has to be out here on The Edge, I sometimes grasp for the English. When I sympathize with someone, when I'm searching for the words to express my sorrow, I will throw up "Ta bronach orm" which expresses my feelings far more deeply than the English does. Translated - that's "the sorrow is on me." Similarly when I am happy "Ta athas orm" - the happiness is on me. Recognizing in a deep way that these feelings are temporary, on loan as you will.

A fair part of my education in Ireland was bilingual but in teenage years became quinquelingual - well not fluently but passably. Irish, English, Latin,  French and Italian. Even in English classics teaching, Irish was thrown at us now and again to express frustration "is amadan tu!" which translated is "You're an idiot!" Latin has always served me well being the foundation of so many English words. The Irish language has been passed down here in many words which often delight me when emerging from Newfoundlanders. "I have no meas in that". Being one. Meas is the Irish for value. "What a slebheen!" Sleveen - to pronounce it - means a no good, a layabout.

"Uisce" means water in Irish.  Pronounced "ishka."  The word whiskey is derived from Uisce Beatha (ishka baha) literally the water of life. Take that as you will. 

Some of the old songs I can sing to myself are in Irish, some wonderful poetry too which also does not translate well as it captures the sounds of the sea and the winds and the emotions.



"I heard the banshees* last night," my Granny would say in passing as she made breakfast. And sure enough, down the road would come a neighbour bearing news of a death in the village.

Sure I've heard the banshee myself. When Granny died. And I was far, far away.

*banshee, (“woman of the fairies”) supernatural being in Irish and other Celtic folklore whose mournful “keening,” or wailing screaming or lamentation, at night was believed to foretell the death of a member of the family of the person who heard the spirit.

Saturday, September 14, 2024

Sunday Selections

Joining others in this Sunday Selection mix of photo-dumps.

Elephant's Child

From The Highrise

Drifting through Life

And maybe more! 


A couple of days ago at my favourite beach with no one else around. Bliss. Me and the water do something for each other.

I took this shot of the trees and sky but the incredible sky drained the green from the trees.

A new resident in the building places his art all around along with gardening vegetables outside ( we have magnificent grounds)

Another one of his pieces. He's an extremely kind, shy and gentle man.

This is the lake below where I live. I tried to catch a skiff in the shot but I really don't know what happened to it.

I took this shot of Daughter on a nearby cliff when we were away recently in Twillingate, Newfoundland.


This was a lovely old café in the town and I adored how they centered the puffin portrait.