This is my first St. Brigid’s Day as a Christian and I’m in Ireland so I couldn’t let the day pass without making a St. Brigid’s cross. People usually make these out of freshly cut field reeds but I, always having to be different :p, made my first cross at a class today out of something else. I was so excited at the prospect, and the class was so chaotic, that I didn’t really catch what kind of reeds these were. What I do know is that the demonstrator cut them herself at the end of last summer and she had to wear chest-high waders to get them. Good woman! She might have said ‘bulrushes’ but don’t quote me on that. She told us that they can last for hundreds of years. People used to use them to make household items, and she still uses them to make things that she sells for a living.
I took these three photos just before Mass this morning because these scenes fill me with joy, and I wanted to share them.
You might think that it is a strange time of the year to be thinking about the cross, and I was wondering about that too. However, when I found out at Mass that today is the Feast of St. John of the Cross it started to make more sense. When I came out, I decided to give you an idea of just how many crosses there are in Knock. As in life, so in Knock – it is hard to escape the cross.