Hole of Sorrows

To step onto ground that immediately consumes one with magick has been my most grounding experience to date.

For context, turning 30 has been interesting, to say the least, journey. Much like how I was as a youth longing for college, I have been longing and dreading the end of the chapter of my 20’s. I was under the false pretense that all my eggs would fall into a basket in my 30’s. They have begun too, but not in the way I had planned. While it has been a time of learning tough lessons quickly, what I hold deep in my core is the unbelievable trip I recently took to Ireland with my mother.

My mother has been to Ireland now four times over. After my first visit there, I can understand the reason for the revisits. Both of us, mother and daughter have feminine and masculine roots in this ancient land. It’s a country that does a lot of things right. A sigh of relief on this fact can be heard from all the souls lost during the famine and political hardship. Of course, no place is perfect and without error, but I felt perfectly at peace on this trip.

One of the most meaningful stops we made- besides numerous stops to get close to the gentle free range cattle- was to Poulnabrone Dolmen in County Clare. Though none of my ancestors or living family reside in this county, it was my absolute favorite due to its rugged beauty and spiritual calm. As the oldest dated monument in a place of seemingly endless tombs and castles, this is one of the most visited locations in the Burren.

When my mother and I reached this place, it was a warm but overcast day. The weather during our stay had been unusually sunny and bright, with little rain, so to be greeted with this weather was refreshing from the heat. A man was sitting in a little tent, playing the penny whistle as an artisan named Thomas Christopher Coyne had out his wears. Thomas is a jewelry and an expert in Ogham, the ancient pagan language of trees. He specializes in crafting jewelry with your name, or whatever you wish, in this language. It was a blessing he was there on this day.

He and I had a wonderful discussion and I got a great education about the language. He also shared with me bread a friend of his made from foraged seaweed that was delicious.

Poulnabrone dolman is a portal tomb and is dated to c. 4200 BCE. Rather than try to describe it, below is a picture I took:

The fact that it has stayed up in this way is what I believe to be a nod to the power of pagan magick.  I felt immediate peace.

At home, I like to visit cemeteries. I find walks through them to be meditative and a way to reflect on the cycle of life and feel more connected to the earth. To be able to experience an ancient grave and the stories it holds is something I will forever hold in my heart with gratitude. Though I did find myself crying a bit while I was here, it was not from sorrow but a deeper understanding of the universe.

Next Up: July Itinerary