I had a nice thoughtful piece about plotting all ready to go, and then I had one of those "duh!" moments: today is the Winter Solstice. Since I'm writing this post, you may infer that I do not adhere to the Mayan theory that the world will end today.
The Drombeg Stone Circle is one I've seen many times, because it is a truly moving and mystical place. But there are other more obscure circles, and my daughter, my husband and I have gone wandering through the lanes of Ireland hunting for them. We have walked across wheat fields (my apologies to the farmer), and attempted to wade through mucky fields and cross streams and avoid angry dogs and curious cows in this pursuit—not always successfully. But we relish the hunt, thrilling at the sighting of our elusive pray in the distance.
|One we couldn't reach--too much mud|
This year we found several but could get close to only one. The instructions for finding it ran along the lines of, "turn left at the garden center and follow the right fork of the lane for 1.3 km, then walk up the hill." But we triumphed. The circle was small but lovingly maintained, in a well mown field with a sturdy gate. We rejoiced.
I have always accepted the theories of the various alignments of the stone circles, but this was the first time it became personal. Two of the opposing stones were carefully lined up with each other, and on close inspection, each bore a shallow groove on the top, perpendicular to the main faces. The grooves lined up with each other as well.
|The stones and grooves aligned|