#146.21 - Eamin Macha
Finally made it to Navan Fort. The sacredness of the site was unmistakable. You would have to be a complete omadhuan to not feel it. And it was soooo beautiful when I got there. The hawthorns were blooming and we were all alone. Only the very LOUD tractor mower was cutting grass... but apart from that there was the gentle countryside and just the open skies. Ash trees planted around the mound, possibly around 50 years old, were swaying in the breeze with their gentle feathery leaves. Maybe there was ash dieback on some of them. That was sad.
The scent from the flowers in the last days of May made me feel as if the entire world was singing. A skylark perfected my heart's song. I could hear the centuries running into each other, the millennia upon millennia layers and I felt the people moving around me. Cuchulain, Conchobar, Conor MacNessa, the men of Ulaid. This place was now a silent place. This place was now in disguise. The stars fanning across the skies smearing themselves as they did their star trails. The site gleamed with fire and light.
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