Walk on!

If you are in Cashel on Sunday March 3rd 2013 then we have a walk for you.  From the rock of Cashel to the rugby club, followed by a welcome reception at the club with fun and frolics for kids.  We are doing this to raise money for Guidedogs for the Blind.  If anyone would like to donate to the cause you can do so at the following link:  http://www.mycharity.ie/event/cashelrfcjuniors/

Of course, if you just want to turn up for a walk we would love to have you along.  The Rock of Cashel is one of the most remarkable and historic spots in Ireland.  Ancient seat of the kings of Munster and later the episcopal centre for Christianity in Munster.  It was one of the key visits made by Henry II when he invaded Ireland, and more recently was one of the few places visited by the current English Monarch, Elizabeth II on her historic visit to Ireland.

A walk is a journey.  A road.  Sometimes a journey is in time and space, and sometimes it is a journey of the mind, like this WordPress site.  Mindship is a journey of the mind.  JRR Tolkien knew this more than most, as you can see from his poem “Roads Go Ever On”

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on,
Under cloud and under star.
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen,
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green,
And trees and hills they long have known.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone.
Let others follow, if they can!
Let them a journey new begin.
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

Still ’round the corner there may wait
A new road or secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

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