The Caher River Valley and Craggah
June 10th 2015
Disappointed with Doolin we sought the wild landscape of the burren with its limestone washed by centuries of the sea. Our inspiration to come to this place were the works of the late John O’Donohue, at first reading Anam Cara that spoke for us from the heart of its Celtic hearth.
We had a Guinness or two at O’Donohughes during our short time in County Clare. We had by some sheer chance or design met Chris Droney and his wife and had tea and tunes with him in Bell Harbour and listened in awe at stories about John O’Donohue and visited nearby Corcomroe Abbey and felt the prescence of this place and imagined what it was like with a burning paschal fire before the dawn on Easter Sunday.
We are not religious in any sense of dogma merely spiritual and we found that spiritual way driving up the Caher River Valley, speaking to many about the kind of person that John O’Donohue was and is.
Most special to us was to walk down from O’Donohuges pub as the light faded to pay our respects at the graveside of John O’Donohue, the picture here hopefully captures the feeling we had being there in this quiet place with the sun going down on the horizon and the light caught in the darkness of the ruined church.
The following day the postmaster at Craggagh post office told me he had been thinking about John that very day and photocopied the funeral service for me and told me John had baptised his daughter Hannah. She was twenty five now.
We wish that someone would for John’s sake go back to Corcomroe and bring those Easter Sunday fires and dawn masses to the fertile valley again.
We visit many churches and special places never to hear sermons but to listen to the silence when no one is there.
I think in those silent spaces John O’Donohue’s words and actions bring us spiritual peace and harmony and one or two Guinness in an inviting pub like O’Donohue’s never did us any harm either.
We are Mike and Debs aka Ratty and Mole