My somewhat quirky views as I gaze at the world around me!


The information accompanying this photo tells me that I took it on 17 December 2013 (one of my 5 my beautiful sisters’, Carole’s, birthday) at 8:42:39.   Sunrise at that hour I can handle.  2 months later, today, sunrise was at 7:37.  And it will just keep coming earlier and earlier until June 22, the Summer Solstice.  Because Ireland is so far north, the summer nights are very short and the days quite long.  In the summer, the “lighting up time” (when you need to turn your driving headlights on) can be 11 p.m. or later!  And, the sky starts lightening again by 4 a.m.  I wear a sleep mask!

Copyright 2014                     Mary Jane E Clark

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Years ago, as I anticipated my first trip to Ireland, I knew that I would enjoy the Emerald Isle.  After all, I’d been hearing about it, reading about it, studying all I could about Ireland for my entire life.  I remember saying to my daughter on our first day in Dublin (as we were crossing the O’Connell Bridge over the River Liffey, in fact) that I would come back and spend at least a week in Dublin itself, even if I had to come alone.  So, I was half in love with Dublin and Ireland already.  What a blessing to then meet the love of my life in Dublin, end up moving to Ireland, gaining Irish citizenship, and, hopefully, spending the rest of my life here!  Do you think it’s because St Valentine‘s remains are in a small church in the center of Dublin?

St Valentine is buried in a Dublin church! 

Believe it or not, but the mortal remains of St Valentine – the patron saint of all lovers – are held in the Carmelite Church in Dublin’s Whitefriar Street (Dublin 2). Every February 14 the church gets plenty of visitors – mostly couples wishing to receive St Valentine’s blessing or just take a photo in front of the saint’s tomb. So how did his body end up in Dublin? The legend goes that Valentine was a priest who lived in Rome at the time of Emperor Claudius II. The emperor thought that single men made the best warriors so he forbid his soldiers to marry, but Valentine had a different idea – and he continued to marry soldiers in spite of the emperor’s orders. When his superiors found out Valentine was thrown in jail, tortured and executed. He later became a patron saint of lovers. But in 1835 an Irish Carmelite priest Father John Spratt visited Rome. According to the legend, he was such a good preacher that Pope Gregory XVI decided to make Fr Spratt’s Church a gift of St Valentine’s body. So the remains of Valentine were dug up from the Roman Cemetery of St Hippolitus and transferred to Dublin’s Whitefriar Street Church in 1836.       THANK YOU!


And another bit……

Happy Lupercalia‘s Day!
Valentine’s Day derives from a Christianized version of a pagan holiday. Just as the Christians stole Christmas and Easter, from the pagans, they took this celebration from the Roman pagans.
If you do not adhere to Christology, then why would you want to celebrate to the name of a Catholic Saint who had nothing to do with the original festival?
The name “Valentine” comes from one of two Christian martyrs of the 3rd century. One describes a Roman Christian martyred during the persecution of Claudis II, the other, a bishop of Terni who got martyred in Rome. (Most Christian celebrations have a preoccupation with death and martyrdom.) There occurs several versions of the Christian legend but no one knows the truth for sure. Probably at least one of them did live and died, but we have little else to go on. But the celebration of giving notes and gifts to loved ones began long before the Christian version and no doubts exist about its historical practice.
In pre-Christian Rome, people celebrated “Valentine’s day” as Lupercalia, a Roman holiday that took place during the ides of February (the 15th). They believed that the goddess Juno Februata (where the name February comes from) inflicted her “love fever” on the young and unwary. The fertility festival of Lupercalia (in honor of the pastoral god Lupercus) involved an orgy and sexual excesses. Young men drew small “love notes” from a container composed by eligible young women. The men socialized with the women and attempted to guess who composed the note they had drawn. In this way, the festival brought young men and women together as sexual partners.
For years the Christian church tried to suppress the festival of Lupercalia. Interestingly, the Church did not object to the festival for its love celebrations but for the pagan beliefs that rejected the Christian god. In 496 C.E., Pope Gelasius changed Lupercalia from the 15th to the 14th and renamed it after the legendary St. Valentine in an attempt to stop the pagan celebration. Gelasius had hoped people would emulate the lives of saints. Even after the Church replaced Lupercus with St. Valentine and recast Cupid into a cherub, the Lupercalia festival continues much as it had before, but without the sexual excesses. The change of the name and the day of celebration serves as the only “contribution” that Christians brought to Valentine’s day.
To this day, men and women send love notes to each other. And in elementary schools across the country, children still put concealed notes or gifts in a box much as the ancient Romans did. So the idea of Valentine’s Day did not come from Christianity, but from the “heretic” Romans. Praise Juno!  THANK YOU…NO NAME ATTRIBUTED
So, if you come to Dublin, be sure to seek out the Whitefriars Chapel and be prepared to fall in love……………..
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GIZA PYRAMIDS AND SPHINXI never really believed that I’d get to see the pyramids and the sphinx at Giza!  But, I did and I’ve also been blessed enough to see Stonehenge, Newgrange, Jerusalem, the Grand Canyon, the Golden Gate Bridge, the Empire State Building, the Giant’s Causeway, etc…………….  One of the things that amazed me about the pyramids at Giza was how close to the congested city of Cairo they are.  The sky here in this image is blue and cloudless.  If I showed you the picture I took when I turned 180 degrees, all that would be seen is an enormous cityscape capped with smog.  But, still, it’s EGYPT!!!!


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Although this wasn’t a “special day”, ie solstice or equinox, I have to wonder if the beam of sunlight is significant for this time and place.  A few minutes earlier or later, it appears that it would have been passing directly through the small window opening.  It’s the ruins of the “Seven Churches”  (Na Seacht d’Teampaill) on Inis Mor, the largest of the Aran Islands in the Atlantic Ocean off the west coast of County Clare, Ireland.  This was a significant monastic settlement established by St Brecan and built between the 9th and 15th centuries.  Probably only 2 churches were actually built as well as numerous other domestic buildings, and, of course, a cemetery.

Copyright 2014                   Mary Jane E Clark


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It’s SPRING in Ireland!!!!!!


I love the Irish saints, especially the female ones.   They all seem to derive from pagan gods and goddesses. February 1st is St Brigid’s Day (or maybe Sunday is……’s Ireland, you know).  I’m reposting 3 articles from Irish that I really enjoyed reading and many thanks to the authors of them. The photo here is my St Brigid’s Cross that hangs on my kitchen wall.  It was made by a wonderful artist named Ciaran in Connemara. It is said to protect against kitchen fires and ensure harmony in the home.  Working very well so far!!!!

And February 3 is Saint Caoilfhinne’s Day ….very special to me as it is my daughter’s (Keelin) “saint’s day” and my Irish granny’s, Winifred Spellman Clark,  birthday (RIP).

St Brigid, a pagan goddess turned Christian saint in Ireland

\"SpringSpring in Ireland officially starts on St Brigid’s Day which is February the 1st in our calendar.Photo by: Wiki

Spring in Ireland officially starts on St Brigid’s Day which is February 1st in our calendar. However, this may not be accurate as this is a celebration that has its roots along way back in pre-Christian times, some 6,000 years ago actually when there was no written tradition.

Like many other cultures around the world female deities ruled supreme, the similarities between Egyptian mythology and Irish mythology being quite remarkable. For example, most people will be familiar with Egyptian ritual from “The Book of the Dead”, of Isis breathing life into the mummified corpse but many may not many know that the same scene is depicted in stone at the foot of a high cross in Ireland.

Similarly our Goddess had a sacred cow that suckled a king, the same as Queen Hatshepsut in Egypt. India, and many other cultures, rever the cow as a symbol of nurturing. In fact up until the 12th century children were baptized with milk in Ireland.

Fascinating or obvious, these ancient races relied on the land so it is no wonder they revered the female Goddesses that embodied and symbolized mother earth for them. She had to be appeased and celebrated to insure the fertility of the land, animals and people.

Celtic mythology holds that the chieftains slept with the goddesses in a mating ritual that crossed the boundaries of physical and metaphysical as these Goddesses could shape shift into birds and other mythical creatures. She could be ‘an old hag’ in human form standing at a crossroads, or the triple goddesses ‘Moriggan’ in the tale of the Tain or the ‘banshee’ in latter years foretelling death in a family.

Having infused tradition in Ireland with a mixture of reverence and fear, for thousands of years prior to Christianity creeping into Ireland, its highly understandable that our ancestors would have been a tad reluctant to banish her completely, which coincidentally is about the time she seems to have morphed into the Christian St Brigid we know about today? Although the signs were there from the start that this was no ordinary mortal woman?

Apparently or so the story goes and we Irish never let the truth get in the way of a good story, when St Brigid was trying to wrestle enough land on which to build her monastery in Kildare from the high king of Leinster, he said that she could have as much land as her cloak would cover. Where upon Brigid laid down her cloak and it magically spread out to cover several hundred acres….!

Beannachtaí na feile Bride

\"StSt Brigid is the female equivalent of St Patrick in Ireland, but there are no parades in her honor.Photo by: Wiki

St. Brigid is the female equivalent of St. Patrick in Ireland, but there are no parades in her honor, and apart from the St. Brigid’s Cross, her name is hardly known.

That really should change.

St. Brigid was a woman who was well ahead of her time. Born around 453, she was the daughter of a slave and a chieftain. Her feast day is celebrated on February 1.

She became one of the most-powerful women in Ireland. After refusing an arranged marriage, she went on to found many convents whose schools provided an education for thousands of young women who otherwise would have had none.

She was the lone female figure whose voice was heard in a male-dominated Church, but the stories of her good deeds and extraordinary acts ensured she was canonized well before most of her contemporaries.

She stands today as an example of an Irish woman who followed her heart and took on the powers-that-be in a male-dominated world. She was certainly a figure as extraordinary as Patrick himself.

Originally published 2011.

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The roots of St. Brigid and how to make her iconic cross (VIDEO)

Brendan Patrick Keane @irishcentral January 31,2011 03:30 AM


The St Brigid’s cross invokes the North Star and the pattern that the Big Dipper makes in the sky over the course off a year.Photo by: Photocall

Brighid means the “Exalted One” in Irish, and “the Woman” is a figure of intense power in Irish mythological and religious imagination.

February 1st or 2nd is a day claimed by Celtic seasonal thinkers, who called the holiday Imbolc to celebrate Bríd in the form of cailleach-becoming-maiden who collects kindling to make fire in the winter that will warm the spring and make her young again.

This holiday then is understood through the stories of the incredible Brighid. She was the inventor of the mourning songs called caoineadh “keening.” In the story, she keens to mourn the death of her son Ruadán and so invents the artform. Brighid’s is like the Tibetan ritual of ushering souls to nirvana in the Book of the Dead.

The Irish tradition of making crosses on Imbolc or Lá Fhéile Bhríde is remembered as a Christian ritual and has become that for most Irish people. The spiral of the Brighid cross invokes the North Star and the pattern that the Big Dipper makes in the sky over the course off a year. As the night sky turns around the North Star, the Big Dipper turns through the seasonal year like the hand of a clock.

Brigid is the fire-keeper of that flame of life that mothers tend to so that we don’t die in the winter, and so the lines of family are not broken by the trauma of the cold months. In the winter Brighid becomes the cailleach, the woman in agedness, and on Imbolc she collected the kindling of the fires that get her to the spring of regeneration.

Christian interpretation in Ireland makes Brighid into a nun, and children occupy themselves by taking bits of straw and weaving this potential-kindling into the shape of spiraling Brigid’s crosses.

Taking up the tradition in its many forms focuses the mind in the meditation of craft, and connects our winter minds mad at the cold to the great wheel that turns and is slowly bringing us into the spring of renewal.

Here’s a simple guide on how to make a traditional Brigid’s cross:

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I love the fact that, although the sun sets in the west,  you very often get reflected sunset hues in the eastern sky.   This is especially noticeable  at the beach, in this case the beach at Jupiter Inlet, Florida, which is facing east across the Atlantic Ocean   Another thing I love about this photo is that if I move my laptop screen forward/backward I get totally different images.

Copyright 2009                 Mary Jane E Clark


Continuing in “reflection” mode….  I had always wanted to go up in a hot air balloon and a few years ago was able to cross that off my “bucket list“.  Actually, I really want to, someday, parachute off a hot air balloon, but am not sure THAT will ever happen!  After several failed attempts (each involving a 3:30 a.m. wake-up) I thoroughly enjoyed the experience of rising into the sky, floating over vineyards and fields and touching down in a lovely little river.  Even though my only pair of shoes were soaked, it was worth it!  We soared and landed several times in the trip over the Napa Valley and Pleasant Valley in northern California.

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Copyright 2014                   Mary Jane E Clark

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I’m continuing with a series of “reflections” for the first part of this year mainly because I’m very fond of them and I also love the play on  words!

This was taken at The Estuary, a community in Jupiter, Florida.  When I’m in Florida, I love to go to the beach and watch the rising of the full moon each month.   I was doubly blessed on this November evening as the setting sun gave enough light to capture this image.  In case you care, I believe this is the 17th hole at the Jupiter Dunes Golf Club, a public 18 hole, par 3, “executive” course .

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Copyright 2014                            Mary Jane E Clark

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They say that the New Year is a time for reflection.  So, I’ll be posting some of my favorite reflections over the next little bit of time.  Always fascinated by the mirror image, I wonder if there is an alternate reality on the other side.

The lone “survivor” of the failed Yamato Colony experiment of the early 1900s, George Morikami continued to grow and sell fruits and vegetables into his old age.  In the 1970s, he donated his farmlands to Palm Beach County with the intent of creating a cultural link between his two homelands, the USA and Japan.  Thus, the Morikami Museum and Japanese Gardens was created.  The complex of 6 interconnected gardens is called “Roji-en” or “Garden of the Drops of Dew” and is located in Delray Beach, Florida.

Copyright 2013                          Mary Jane E Clark

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