‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
'On the walls, a holy calendar and two embroidered pictures, done years before by my aunt Sarah. One of Dunluce Castle in County Antrim, the other of Carrickfergus Castle. And a kind of little shrine picture, to commemorate the Eucharistic Congress in Dublin in 1932 - the three patron saints of Ireland on it, Patrick, Brigid and Colmcille, and little ornamental medallions with motifs of round towers and Celtic crosses. A tiny red gas lamp on the mantelpiece kept lit for the Sacred Heart. Saint Brigid's crosses behind the pictures.'
11-12.
Mossbawn is familiar as myth but in Heaney's description it appears anew: architectural, ordered, cramped, decorated, displaying its objects; those objects displaying their narratives. This was the unexpected joy of Stepping Stones - these details, these things.