The Children of Lir
Antonia (TJ) Cardella • September 24, 2019
[This is]...a piece of work I call the Children of Lir. It is a relatively sad Irish folk tale that seems to fit my current melancholy mood.
Curator's Note:
I had never heard of The Children of Lir
until TJ sent me this piece of art. (Isn't it beautiful?) TJ always takes me, through the magic in
her art or the ancient mystery from which her work draws, to places I've not been before. So I looked up The Children of Lir. You might find the story, and its relationship to Swan Lake, interesting as well.Here is one
source to read about the story
and here is
another (with lots of ads, I'm sorry to say).
Earth Day is this week. As we consider the state of our world - and the ecology of both our material and spiritual environment - it makes sense to ask what our role is, has been, and is supposed to be in relationship to "our common home" (Pope Francis).
Here are some initial thoughts about elegance, nature, and depth; a poem about happiness; and even a haiku.
It takes just a second to break something. Restoring what was broken takes time.
Outcomes are not certain, though some are much more highly predictable than others.
Life is messy. We know that. But some people move through that mess with a surprising kind of grace.
“The poor in spirit are by no means poor-spirited. They are persons who see so much to be, so much to do, such limitless reaches to life and goodness that they are profoundly conscious of their insufficiency and incompleteness.” ~Rufus Jones, The Inner Life , p. 19
