I am getting bored! No -- this doesn't mean that I am coming back to work early. It means that my poor little brain has been reading stuff about Celtic this and Celtic that for almost three months (ok -- there were three weeks of holidays in there) and it needs to read and think about something else. Maybe that is why we take 5 different courses at a time in school...so our brains have more than one thing to think about.
Bored. I have been practising my fiddle and that has been interesting...though I need some more inspiration there as well. Fortunately, one of the fiddle teachers that I have emailed responded last night and I will be taking a lesson from her after I get back from seeing dad.
Bored. But I am taking the "red-eye" tonight down to visit dad for 11 days. I think that I will be mostly reading some recreational books while I am there,,,though I am taking two work books with me. And one of them...
Bored...and intrigued. When I returned my last book on Celtic Churches to the library on Thursday, instead of moving ahead in time, I moved backwards. I picked up three books on Druidism...what the pagan pre-Christian religion followed by the early Celts is called. I will look through one of those books this coming week.
I was looking for a picture of a druid, but there is such a interest in things pagan/druid these days, all I found seemed to come from fantasy computer games. Pictures like this...
Likely not what Druids really looked like
Anyway...more about druids next week.
Last week I promised a bit about St. Patrick for this week. This next bit comes from "Catholic Online."
Patrick was born around 385 in Scotland (though other people say Umbria in England and others Wales), probably Kilpatrick. His parents were Calpurnius and Conchessa, who were Romans living in Britain in charge of the colonies.
As a boy of fourteen or so, he was captured during a raiding party and taken to Ireland as a slave to herd and tend sheep. Ireland at this time was a land of Druids and pagans. He learned the language and practices of the people who held him.
During his captivity, he turned to God in prayer. He escaped and made his way back home at around the age of 20. He studied Christianity and was ordained by the bishop of Auxerre, on the continent.
In a dream, he saw the people of Ireland calling him to come back. He did. He took the gospel to Ireland and went around preaching, converting, and building churches for the next 40 years. He died on March 17, 461. St. Patrick's Day, March 17, celebrates the day of his death.
St. Patrick, from Catholic Online
Here is another Celtic prayer that I like:
God to enfold me,
God to surround me,
God in my speaking,
God in my thinking.
God to surround me,
God in my speaking,
God in my thinking.
God in my sleeping,
God in my waking,
God in my watching,
God in my hoping.
God in my waking,
God in my watching,
God in my hoping.
God in my life,
God in my lips,
God in my soul,
God in my heart.
God in my lips,
God in my soul,
God in my heart.
God in my sufficing,
God in my slumber,
God in mine ever-living soul,
God in mine eternity.
God in my slumber,
God in mine ever-living soul,
God in mine eternity.
Ancient celtic oral traditions - carmina gadelica
Beannachd Dia dhuit blessings of God be with you - ScotsGaelic