During the Summer, I read and enjoyed Island Cross Talk.
Last month, I was in a house that had a bust of Cearbhall O Dálaigh done by Seamus Murphy – so tactile.
Last week, I was in Seamus Murphy’s old house and appreciated his art as well as that of his son.
Last weekend, on the free bookshelf at Glór in Ennis, I picked up A Dark Day On The Blaskets.
Four separate threads combining to suggest today’s sign.
“The priest walked to one of the graves, the one with the great memorial of Carlow limestone, with the naomhóg and the four rowing fishermen inscribed on the flat, smooth stone, carved by Séamus Ó Murchú of Cork, Stone Mad Murphy himself. This was the grave of Tomás Dhomhnaill Ó Criomhthain, An tOileánach (The Islandman), so called from the book written in his twilight years.”