This first entry will be rather nonsensical I suspect, given that I have no real idea why I wanted to write this evening.
Firstly, the name....a play on the word "deinterlace" which is something in editing that seems to give me a mental block. For a long time when editing, I would meet footage that needed to be deinterlaced, and I could not for the life of me remember what setting it was in Final Cut that I need to go to "to remove the lines". So after the umpteenth (thanks Noel King) time of forgetting it, I thought....why don't I think of it as deitalacing. And so, a blog title was born.
Aside from that, I may borrow a line from a song or few throughout my time here, as well as a photo or two. Writing of photos, here is a photo of a place I'd love to be right now, sitting in the sand and listening to the wind and the waves of the Atlantic crashing upon Streedagh's shoreline.
It's the first beach at Streedagh, in north Sligo, and it is, to me, one of the most soul-soothing spots in the world. The beach is a mixture of small stones, soft sinking sand and hard sand as you get closer to the sea's shore. You can walk to the end of it in ten minutes, and, if the tide is out, you can clamber across the rocks to a point where all you can see is the sea stretching out in front of you. It almost feels like....if you had a boat, you could set sail for America without a soul knowing.
It's where I go when I'm home to refresh my soul somewhat. After my friend Neill passed, I went there. After my brother's cancer diagnosis, I went there. When my niece Eibhe was born, I went there. When life gets too much, when I feel I need both a physical and a spiritual recharge, I go there. I can't explain why I feel so connected with that one spot-the other beach at Streedagh is the one everyone else knows and loves and raves about; but this....this is mine..
It's also a spot with some history....in 1588, some of the Spanish Armada were shipwrecked there. (http://www.sligotown.net/streedagh-and-the-spanish-armada.shtml) There are varying reports of how many drowned in those wrecks, with numbers varying from 700 up 1800. (a rather large margin of error...) However, there is a rather sobering account from The DeCuellar letters about the conditions that a survivor met with were they lucky enough to survive the storm and the shipwreck (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francisco_de_Cuellar)
I don't know if something remains in a place that seen such large scale tragedy. I do know that of the few places I have been that have borne witness to the large loss of human lives have left me inexplicably saddened and reflective (often without knowing their history...Talbot St. in Dublin being one.) Often knowing a place's history changes it for you, it exacerbates the feelings you think you should feel and hides the ones you feel shouldn't be shown.
Yet Streedagh does something for, and to me. I often arrive there in tears, and leave refreshed. I often arrive there happy, and leave happy, yet also having cried my heart out. That's one of the reasons I like the beach-you have that freedom to be yourself, to walk, to run, to swim, to be happy, to be upset....you can take in nature at her finest, on a beautiful crisp clear sunny day, with the Atlantic's waves tamed and lapping along the shoreline, you can take nature at her worst, where no matter how far away from the shore you are, the wind carries the spray of the waves, and makes it almost impossible to walk without being blown over.
On those days, I often wonder how a bird feels when it tries to fly into the wind....it's futile, yet the bird keeps trying, dropping down with the wind, flying low, and on some occasions, walking and hopping forward just to make progress. You can view it as a metaphor for life, that, no matter what happens to us, whatever the weather, we can always find a way to keep moving forward.
Or you can just view it as a bird trying to get to where it's going.
Birds symbolise a lot to people sometimes, and there's a notion amongst some folks that birds continuously coming to visit you mean that either a death is on the way, or a loved one who has passed has come back to visit. Personally, I just see them as often beautiful calming creatures who glide and soar and sing and squawk, and who can add so much to a scenic walk. (Aside from crows. They just look like they should be an evil sidekick in a movie. Evil feckers.)
I'm often dubious of "symbols" in life. Sometimes I think it's easy to connect coincidences, to make something out to be what you want it to be. And other times, I feel I've experienced too many serendipitous moments, where the stars have aligned, where things have happened "just right" for me, the right place, the right time....they've happened too often for me to discount them completely.
And that's why I love Streedagh. Streedagh gives the time, the space, the place to contemplate things, to reflect upon the scenes of horror it once saw, to wonder about the future, who else will walk these sands when I'm centuries gone, what will nature bring next-maybe these sands will be buried beneath the waves in the future and the folk walking the shoreline will never know that once, others walked upon what is now their seabed.
Nature, much like time, is awesome force, and one that cannot now, nor ever, be reckoned with. Long after these words disappear into the ether of the internet, long after you and I have taken our last breaths, nature will still be creating beautiful soul soothing environs such as Streedagh, and time will keep passing in those environs....
As I write these words, I am listening to the beautiful music of Ennio Morricone, and the track "Ecstasy of Gold" has begun. It has me thinking of beautiful Streedagh sunsets, and the power of music, and reminds me of this amazing gig I saw the night before I got my kneecap replaced. (another ramblement for another time.)
Suffice to say, Streedagh is amazing. Even keeping in mind that wonderful quote "...sand is over-rated. it's just tiny little rocks..." those little (and large rocks) are amazing. As is this piece of music. ...
Enjoy.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dbMYEbkue1Q
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