We took the guided tour of Trinity College, which included the “Book of Kells” exhibit. You are not allowed to take photos, but there are plenty of souvenirs in the gift shop. I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, so I suppose whatever it consisted of I would have been impressed.
They enlarged pages from the manuscript and mounted them on the wall, complete with backlighting. There were collections of other wood and leather bound manuscripts on display, along with an assortment of the dyes thought to have been used.
As I moved from one panel to the next, stopping to read the description and to examine the minute details (the tour guide told us to be on the lookout for a cat in one of the pages, but I couldn’t find it) I was in awe of not only the work, but the dedication to it.
There was one panel in particular that I kept returning to. A 10th century riddle that I simply couldn’t walk away from, knowing there was a chance I would never be able to find it again, no matter how long I combed through the internet. So I put down my bag, brought out my journal and jotted it down.
My journey to Ireland’s sacred landscapes wouldn’t be complete without visiting Trinity College in Dublin. For what could be more sacred to a writer than walking the same path as once travelled by Oscar Wilde and Bram Stoker (to name but two)?
I continued to be inspired and can’t wait to return. Please visit my website to read my latest blog post.
“Not someone you’d want to meet, the Washer at the Ford. The Bean Nighe. Certainly not someone you’d want in charge of your laundry. For if she sets to washing for you, it is your burial garb she’s fretting over. It is said that the Bean Nighe are the spirits of women who died in childbirth, cursed to this work until the time when they would have died naturally.”
Read my review of “At the Ford” on my website.
A hush fell over the Pilgrims as they entered the Garden of Remembrance. A solemn but beautiful place, it was one of quiet reflection. Her eye was immediately drawn to the large sculpture at the top of the stairs. A nod to the Irish Legend, “The Children of Lir”.
I can’t believe I am still posting about Day One of my Bardic Journey! Read the rest of this post here :
The National Museum was a short walk from Merrion Square. Knowing how much walking this trip involved, it was best to get off to a good start.
According to her research, the exhibit focused on the findings surrounding the “Bog Bodies Research Project”, including the bodies themselves. She walked through the front doors, unprepared for the magnitude of what she would find.
What DID she find? Read more here :
My introduction to Oscar Wilde was in the form of two animated short films – “The Selfish Giant” and “The Happy Prince”. Growing up in rural Alberta, we only had three TV channels and one of them was French, which is why I am astounded that I had the opportunity to see them at all.
Read more about my long-term love affair with Oscar Wilde and my fangirl moment here :