Newgrange, Ireland is older than the Pyramids and Stonehenge.

Every Winter solstice a beam of sunlight creeps up along the tomb’s passageway & illuminates the burial chamber, marking the turning of year and perhaps the rebirth of the dead. Over 5,000 years old.

Knockroe Passage Tomb, the 'Newgrange of the south' - Unique as it aligns with both the rising & setting sun on Winter Solstice. Lingaun, Co Kilkenny.

'A Frost Piece' by James Arthur O'Connor (1792-1841)

Born in Dublin he was one of Ireland's best known landscape painters.

Scene in County Wicklow

by James Arthur O'Connor, 1820.

Deep-red the bracken, its shape all gone -
The wild-goose has raised his wonted cry.

Cold has caught the wings of birds;
Season of ice - these are my tidings.

~Winter Tidings, 9th century Irish poem

The 1st of February marks the Celtic festival of Imbolc, meaning "to wash/cleanse" from the Irish verb "folcaim" [I wash]. Imbolc was originally a purification festival similar to the Roman Februa, a month-long period of sacrifice and atonement involving offerings to the gods.

The word Imbolc also means "ewes milk" owing to the return of fresh milk to the early Irish diet with the February lambing. The high fat content of sheep's milk brought great sustenance to the people of ancient Ireland.

1 Feb: Feastday of St Brigid (†524), abbess & founder of Kildare, one of three patron saints of Ireland. Her devotional names - 'lilium inter spinas' (a lily amongst thorns) - Muire na nGael (Mary of the Gaels).

The special position attributed to St Brigid is reflected in her name, which means:

'High, Lofty, Elevated' & 'Exalted One'.

#StBrigidsDay

In 480 AD St Brigid founded a monastery at Kildare ("church of the oak") on the site of a pre-Christian fire shrine - The flame was kept burning until extinguished during the Reformation in the 16th century.

"O Glorious St. Brigid, Mother of the Churches of Erin, patroness of our missionary race.."

- Prayer to St Brigid asking her to protect the Irish people, 1902.

'In a little boat, from the east, over the pure-colored sea, my Domnoc brought the gifted race of Ireland's bees.' - St Modomnoc #Feastday