Long, long before there were churches in Ireland (of either the Catholic or Protestant persuasion), there were sacred sites that drew thousands to worship, to bury their dead, to transition to the afterlife, or to ask the gods for good fortune. These pagan sites…
“As the smart ship grew In stature, grace, and hue, In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.” (excerpt from Thomas Hardy’s poem about the Titanic, The Convergence of the Twain) There’s something about the story of the Titanic that draws me in, no matter how much I know about what happened, or how many documentaries or movies I’ve seen about the disaster….
