Friday, July 06, 2012

Love and Life


Last weekend I went to Leitrim and Sligo with London Sister and I forgot my camera. I remembered to bring the charger but that wasn't much use without the camera.

Had I brought my camera I would have taken photographs of the fossils at Easkey. Had I brought my camera I would have taken some pictures of the megalithic burial site at Carrowmore.

Had I brought my camera I would have taken a picture of a grave at Drumcliffe Church. It would not have been the grave of W.B. Yeats for that grave needs no more photographs. I would have taken a picture of a beautiful grave, the grave of a young man who died a few years back, a young man who was only in his mid-twenties. He must have been greatly loved because his last resting place was filled with flowers, his stone was hand carved, the poetry, if it was not as high-flown as that on Yeats' grave was just as heartfelt. I would never have put the photograph on the internet because it would have been an intrusion and an impertinence. The photograph would have been for me and for remembrance.

Had I brought my camera I would have taken a picture of London Sister and Leitrim Sister. That does not matter. I do not need a picture to remind me that I spent some time with two people I love very much. Two people, among the many people, who live, and that I love. We are always close to death but closer still to love and life.

4 comments:

leitrim sister said...

I posted a flickr picture of bert's scroofie old clematis that you said you would take if you had your camera!

leitrim sister said...

I posted a flickr picture of bert's scroofie old clematis that you said you would take if you had your camera!

Nelly said...

Just the photo I would have taken. Now get ye to Easkey, Carrowmore and Drumcliffe! (only joking)

Anonymous said...

that was lovely Nelly - thank you from London Sister