The fields this morning captured the sunlight with waving silver and golden tips. I opened the bedroom window and took a picture trying to capture the interplay of light and hill, reed and sky, yearning to show you what the sound of grassy sibilance looks like. It wasn’t at all like the shushing of stern adults, but more like the “Shhh!”of playful children trying to keep secrets, running and hiding throughout the hills.
Sometimes the wind sounds so different, like the pounding hoof beats of a herd of horses passing by. During these times noises like voices, or snippets of song can be heard murmuring through the gale. One can only imagine who has joined the wind as it travels over rooftops and through the winding valleys to the sea.
Just this morning I happened upon two stories about my home here in Béal Na Lappa. Surprisingly they both deal with the Good People, and what happens when one encounters a fairy wind as one travels. The first story is retold by Mr. Riobard O’Dwyer from Eyeries and is entitled, The Strange Case of Mrs. O’Driscoll/Mrs. O’Shea . The second story is related to the first and takes place close to my home. Again, it was thoughtfully written by Mr. O’Dwyer and can be found here in the Beara List Archives. The stories truly made me want to listen more carefully to Nature’s whispering ways!