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These are some pictures of my recent visit to Killiney (Irish: Cill Iníon Léinín, meaning “Church of the Daughters of Léinín”). Killiney is located about 30 minutes on the train from Dublin city centre.
For many centuries the major part of the district was the property of the Talbot de Malahide family, some of the original followers of the 1170 Norman invasion.
The coastal areas of Killiney are often favourably compared to the Bay of Naples in Italy. This comparison is reflected in the names of surrounding roads, like Vico, Sorrento, Monte Alverno, San Elmo, and Capri.
I worked on this documentary on-and-off for about four months. It is inspired by some research I conducted for an article in the Huffington Post Religion.
Akbar the Great is an extraordinary figure in history. Who is he? What did he stand for and what can we learn from his legacy? These are some of the questions which are touched upon in this short documentary.
- Finding Tolerance in Akbar, the Philosopher-King (craigconsidinetcd.wordpress.com)
- Pluralist working towards making interfaith cooperation a norm in U.S. (craigconsidinetcd.wordpress.com)
Tags: Akbar the Great, Arts, Din-i-ilahi, Documentaries, Documentary, Documentary film, Film, Film-work, God, Ibidat Khana, Ibn Arabi, Islamic documentaries, Mughal Empire, Pluralism, Religion and Spirituality, Short documentary, Sufism, Tolerance
I took this picture in the summer of 2012 in Glencolumbkille, Ireland. Glencolumbkille is located in a quiet area on the coast of Donegal. My lady and I had just returned to our place after a magical drive to the abandoned seaside village called Port.
Last night I attended the “Muslim Women in the Arts” exhibit at the American Islamic Congress on Newbury Street in Boston. The featured artist was Nada Farhat, a women originally from Saudi Arabia, currently living in Boston. Farhat describes her art as “really a kind of healing soul… My art is who I am… Paint and canvas are what I really need to be free.” Among Farhat’s creations included beautiful works titled “Carpets of Arabia” and “A Quilt of Journeys.”
I was particularly moved by her memorial to those individuals who were directly impacted by the recent Boston bombings. The tribute, titled “Journeys Home,” was located on a wall by the door at the entrance of the American Islamic Congress. At the top of the memorial was a quote which reads: “We press on, never to abandon our home, just as us it never abandons.”
As you see in the picture below, there are four red prayer beads which honor the four individuals who were killed during the bombings and the manhunt which followed. Below the four red prayer beads are 181 additional prayer beads to pay tribute to those individuals who were injured by the bombings.
Farhat also gave us copies of a poem by her husband Rick Zand. It’s a beautiful poem which also pays tribute to the city of Boston and all Bostonians who were impacted by the bombings. I have copied the poem below the pictures.
Journeys Home by Rick Zand
When we endured the din
that ceased the drumbeat of footballs
and suffocated our cheers;
we witnessed the flight of morality,
and along with it our collective spirit.
But didn’t we survive The Boston Massacre,
the Siege of the city,
the Revolutionary War?
We endured the Great Fire that ravaged
our buildings; the catastrophic flood of molasses;
we suffered riots and racism.
Yet we gave birth to a nation;
We were the first state to abolish slavery.
We ushered into life President John Adams, John Quincy Adams,
John F. Kennedy, and George Bush.
We inspired such luminary writers as Holmes, Emerson, Alcott and Longfellow,
to name but a few.
And, on April 19, 1897,
Boston began the world’s oldest annual Marathon.
Many times we have pondered the tenacity
of that which we cannot comprehend.
Still, every morning for over three centuries,
Boston awakens beneath a sky that is sometimes blue-eyed,
other times sea-washed;
but always reassuring.
Now the sounds of Copley resume,
traffic and taxis, the shuffle of pedestrians;
Newbury cafes stir to life in the spring air.
So, we press on, never to abandon our home,
just as it never abandons us.
What are your feelings when watching this? Are you happy or sad? Motivated or depressed? Something totally different?
I’d appreciate your feedback in the comments section. Thank you.
- Film-work: “Nothingness” (short film based in Ireland) (craigconsidinetcd.wordpress.com)
I find this song inspiring. My favourite part comes at 3:10.
What is the hardest task in the world?
I would put myself in the attitude to look in the eye an abstract truth,
and I cannot.
I blench and withdraw on this side and on that.
I seem to know what he meant who said,
No man can see God face to face and live.
a man explores the basis of civil government.
Let him intend his mind without respite,
in one direction.
His best heed long time avails him nothing.
Yet thoughts are flitting before him.
We all but apprehend,
we dimly forebode the truth.
I will walk abroad,
but cannot find it.
It seems as if we needed only the stillness and composed attitude of the library to seize the thought.
But we come in,
and are as far from it as at first.
in a moment,
the truth appears.
wandering light appears,
and is the distinction,
But the oracle comes,
because we had previously laid siege to the shrine.
It seems as if the law of the intellect resembled that law of nature by which we now inspire,
now expire the breath;
by which the heart now draws in,
then hurls out the blood -
the law of undulation.
So now you must labor with your brains,
and now you must forbear your activity and see what the great Soul showeth.
Almost heaven, West Jamaica
True ridge mountains
Shining Minko River
All my friends there
Older than those ridge
Younger than the mountains
Blowin’ like a breeze
Country roads take me home
To the place I belong
West Jamaica, my ol’ momma
Take me home country roads
I heard her voice
In the mornin’ hour she calls me
Said son you remind me of my home far away
And drivin’ down the road I feel a sickness, I sure did
Oh yesterday, yesterday
All my memories, oh, gathered ’round her
My old lady stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine
Tears gone from my eyes
Country roads take me home
To the place I belong
West Jamaica, my my momma
Won’t you take me go home country roads
August 10, 2012 Video: Road-trip to Maghera Beach and Port in Northwest Ireland (Over ‘Orange Sky’ by Alexi Murdoch)
I have finally edited the video that I captured when Mel and I went to visit the areas around Glencolumbkille in Donegal. I decided to use ‘Orange Sky‘ by Alexi Murdoch as a backdrop to this short but sweet clip which, I hope, captures the serenity and grandeur of the area. At times the clip moves fast and other times slow. Towards the end I focus on one clip – partly because I ran out of material to make this work. It was the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen. Even better than the one I caught at Oia on Santorini island. I hope you enjoy.
At the abandoned village of Port. One of the most serene places I have ever visited. Click to enlarge.
The lead singer is a powerful woman! I can feel her soul, can you? Totally diggin it. By Alabama Shakes.
Truth is our element of life, yet if a man fasten his attention on single aspect of truth, and apply himself to that alone for a long time, the truth becomes distorted and not itself, but falsehood; herein reassembling the air, which is our natural element, and the breath of our nostrils, but if a stream of the same be directed on the body for a time, it causes cold, fever, and even death. How wearisome the grammarian, the phrenologist, the political or religious fanatic, or indeed any obsessed mortal whose balance is lost by the exaggeration of a single topic. It is incipient insanity. Every thought is a prison also. I cannot see what you see, because I am caught up by a strong wind, and blown so far in one direction that I am out of the hoop of your horizon.
Source: Nature and Other Essays. Dover: 2009, pg. 77
Tags: 19th Century, American, Arts, Distortion, Extremism, Falsehood, Health, Insanity, Literature, Philosophy, Philosophy of Logic, Political fanatic, Politics, Quotes, Radical, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Religious fanatic, Thinking, Thought, Truth, Truth Definitions, United States, Works, World Literature
That’s me at Royal Holloway, University of London (spring 2008).
Taken in Prague, Spring 2011
We can gain a sense of young Benjamin Franklin’s thoughts on religion in A Witch Trial at Mount Holly, which raised the concern of his Puritan parents that he held ‘erroneous’ religious opinions. Franklin was not himself an emphatically religious man; while he believed in God, he did not subscribe to one particular creed. What we do know about Franklin’s personal beliefs is that he frowned upon religious orthodoxy, writing to his mother, in citing Matthew 26, that ‘I think vital religion has always suffered when orthodoxy is more regarded than virtue’. To escape the clutch of his parents and Puritanism, the young Franklin ran away to Philadelphia, a city more diverse in its religious makeup (with Quakers, Jews and Christian sects). It was here in Philadelphia where Franklin famously raised money to build a new ‘religious hall’ that would be ‘expressly for the use of any preacher of any religious persuasion who might desire to say something’. And while colonial Philadelphia had few Muslims, Franklin also suggested that ‘Even if the Mufti of Constantinople were to send a missionary to preach Mohammedanism to us, he would find a pulpit at his service’. Franklin’s virtue was on display when in 1788, he donated money to each religious group in Philadelphia, including a sum for a new synagogue of the Mikveh Israel Jewish community. Later in 1790, Franklin was carried to his resting place by clergymen from every single religious group in Philadelphia. How is that for respect? We as Americans would be wise to heed his message.
Tags: American culture, Arts, Benjamin Franklin, Craig Considine, Franklin, God, History, Interfaith, Islam, Jews, Judaism, Matthew 26, Mikveh Israel, Muslims, Opinion, Personal, Philadelphia, Pluralism, Quakers, Religion, Spirituality, Tolerance, United States
*Dedicated to Professor Akbar Ahmed
He serves esoteric and philosophic truths,
across the traditions,
in pursuit of those truths,
so that the darkness can be lifted,
and the light can shine through.
© Craig Considine
Taken by Melony Bethala. Double Exposure of a Cathedral and the beach town of Sitges.
You have woken up late,
lost and perplexed
but don’t rush to your books
looking for knowledge.
Pick up the flute instead and
let your heart play
I’ve traveled a good deal around Ireland during my two years of living here and I’ve never been so impressed with the beauty of the island as I was on this particular trip (Maghera, as just one example, was the nicest beach I’ve ever seen). I managed to snap over 600 shots throughout Glencolumbkille, Ardara, and the abandoned village of Port. I’ve narrowed the 600 down to my best 75.
Tags: Ardara, Arts, Atlantic Ocean, Craig Considine, Donegal, Environment, Glencolumbkille, Glengash Pass, Ireland, Journey, Lifestyle, Maghera Beach, Melony Bethala, Nature, Photographs, Photography, Pictures, Port, Travel, Travelogues
… in a way poetry is stronger than death but it’s like love in that somebody two hundred years later could know you somehow through your words. – Medbh McGuckian
An amazing line.
It wasn’t my job as Editor to put together the front and back cover for TCD JPR Vol. 11. That task was Mary O’Connor’s, the President of the Graduate Students’ Union. She did what I think is an amazing job. Take a look at the front and back cover.
Now we just have to get it in print!
Today, I headed over to my buddy Robbie Fry’s house near Dún Laoghaire for my first photo shoot. My original intent with the photo shoot was to have some ‘professional’ photographs taken (you know, the serious ones where you wear like nice clothing and look all smart and serious and stuff). When I corresponded with Robbie, who happens to be a great professional photographer (and close friend of Damien Rice), he mentioned that he could certainly help; however, he also mentioned that he had some clever ideas to spice things up a bit. Having a bit of fun with the photo shoot, he figured, could give me different types of photographs for the various audiences I’m likely to cross paths with in the future. Robbie, for your information, has over 600 ‘likes’ on his Facebook page ROBBIE FRY PHOTOGRAPHY. I’ll post the rest of Robbie’s shots after our second round of shooting, which is likely to occur sometime late next week at Trinity College Dublin. He sent me the picture below as a ‘sneak peak’.
© ROBBIE FRY PHOTOGRAPHY
If you need reassurance in love,
I suggest you walk away now.
If you’re thinking about getting close to me,
Forget words like stability, security, and consistency.
I’m restless and fidgety;
don’t expect me to stand still.
If you want to be with me,
prepare for impatience.
If you’re sensitive, move away;
keep your distance.
I get uncomfortable when you get too close.
And please, don’t ask me ‘why?’.
I won’t tell you.
Nobody has access to my soul but me.
But, I’m friendly and loving.
I get along with everyone.
I’m a conversationalist.
I’ll be the life of the party.
I crave and love audiences,
whether male or female,
but it never goes beyond this;
unless, of course, you doubt me.
Don’t bind me
and never, ever, doubt me.
I’ll never indulge in adultery;
I yearn for loyalty.
I’ll trust you,
but only as much
as you trust me.
I’m not the jealous type.
I’ll never be possessive.
I may lack passion,
but I don’t lack in romance.
I’ll cuddle with you,
and protect you.
And don’t forget,
I’ll make an excellent husband.
I’ll bring you flowers.
I’ll bring you candies and cards.
I’ll treat you like a Queen.
If you want my heart,
assure me that I’m your one and only.
But remember, don’t smother me.
I’ll gladly love you
and let you into my world.
I have many personalities.
I’m an enigma.
I’ll be there for you,
but it won’t be the same,
as being always there with you.
My word of advice:
keep up with me!
Don’t worry if you get tired;
I’ll stop for you and grab your hand.
I’ll always give you the strength
to run with me again!
© Craig Considine