IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF ST. KEVIN

I am back, severely jet-lagged and deeply grateful.

Here’s how this week’s arts and culture column begins:

Last month I spent three weeks in Ireland, dividing my time between Dublin and the Glendalough Hermitage, an hour south of the city.

Glendalough (meaning “valley of two lakes”) is an ancient monastic site and a former center of Celtic Christian spirituality. Pilgrims of various kinds, from all over the globe, descend here—especially in summer. The area is closely associated with St. Kevin, a seventh-century hermit who came to the valley seeking silence and solitude Legend holds that he slept on a little stone shelf in the cliffs, hard by what is now known as the Poulanass Waterfall.

My own free-standing stone hermitage was run by the Sisters of Mercy and situated up on a hill, away from the traffic and crowds. That way when I did visit the Monastic City as it’s called, I could do so on foot, walking from town the long way around on a footpath called The Green Road that winds through forest, bracken and fern.

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