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Irish Hermits and Tomb Shrines
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The stories of
the Desert Fathers have always been compelling reading for the eager
monastic disciple the world over. Little by way of literature seems
to have escaped the Vikings, but some monastic Rules and several
penitentials have survived. Their fierce asceticism however soon
cools our ardour. We have to realise these men were tough beyond
reckoning. No doubt they were hardy enough to have survived
childbirth and youth and the general life-expectancy was not that
great. But the tales of endurance, of psalm-singing in freezing
waters, and of praying with arms outstretched beyond belief, are
enough to convince us that none of us today would have managed. We
are not born tough as they were in days of old
On the other hand there must have
been times when life seemed good. To sit in the cave of St Colman
Macduagh at Keehilla (Co Clare) for any length of time is to
discover an altogether different dimension to peace. To look out
from St Macdara’s Island (Co Galway), or from Cill Eine
(Inishmore, Aran), to the mountains of Connemarra is to indulge in
breathtaking beauty. To stay a while on Illauntannig (St
Seannach’s island)(Co Kerry) off the north coast of the
Dingle Peninsula, with its temperate climate and lovely beach,
watching the clouds on Mount Brandon is, as they say, ‘something
else’. Even in the north, on Inishkeel, Inishdooey and Tory
island, all in Co Donegal (at least on a sunny day) must indeed have
seemed ‘like another world’.
The islands on the west coast are
such a fascination. Even today they have something of being the
‘Ireland’ beyond Ireland, an ‘Ireland’ more
real than that experienced on the mainland. This is not necessarily
fantasy – it is, I am told, how some islanders see it.
Conditions however out there are such that, while it was possible to
live on them for centuries, the battle eventually became too much.
We read with great sadness of the moves to the mainland. But then it
was feasible for hermits to live out there. The islands are so
numerous and so many were colonised. They form as it were a string
of pearls weaving in and out from the mainland as on a thread, from
Skellig Michael, Inishvickillane, Inishtooskert, Illauntannig,
Scattery, the Aran Islands, St Macdara, Omey, High island,
Inishbofin, Inishturk, Caher, Clare, Duvillaun, Inishkea south and
north, Inishglora, off Belmullet, Inishmurray, Rathlin O’Birne,
(and of course Glencolumbkille), Inishkeel, Cruit, Inishdooey, and
Tory. They formed a route for the most fervent of pilgrims –
and on beyond to the Western isles of Scotland and even to Iceland.
Hermits may not have been fully
solitary in the strict sense of the world. Two’s, three’s
or even half a dozen may have been more viable. Clusters of hermits
over a given area, as happening in the deserts of Nitria and Scete
in Egypt, had several advantages. In the Annals one finds even
bishops as hermits. If we wish to see something of what the monastic
life is about we can do no better than look to them.
The hermit life has often been
seen, in the Eastern tradition, as a goal of the monastic life. On
the other hand it has stressed very strongly that no one should
attempt it without a thorough training and the approval of one’s
spiritual father. The life has been called the ‘angelic life’
- as a symbol of the total dependence on God for all one’s
needs.
Having said that, a solitary hermit
in a cell made of branches left no trace behind him. But saints who
depart this life often left disciples who, sensing the saint’s
abiding presence, called on their prayers. A little altar might be
built over where his body lay and later a little shrine containing
his bones. Many of these have been found; they are quite astonishing
and they still fill us with awe.
In the Burren, tucked away out of
site in a little hollow stands the grave of St Cronan (7C).
Of its type it is quite large. It is made of only four pieces of
stone, two for the sides, two for the ends, rather like a tent. One
end piece is only a half piece – allowing the disciple to put
his hand inside and touch the earth where his dear one is buried.
In the early eighth century saints
were given their ‘houses’, a small stone edifice where
the saint lay. Examples can be found easily at Ardmore for St Declan
and at Clonmacnoise for St Ciaran, though that of St Molaise on
Inishmurray is probably the earliest. The church on St Macdara’s
Island and the one at St Benan’s on Inishmore, Aran are
so tiny that only 6 persons can get inside. These too may have been
‘houses’ where disciples could sing God’s praises
in the company of their intercessor in heaven.
The Iveragh peninsula seems
to have had more than anywhere. Scattered in a vast ring round the
peninsula, often looking out to sea, can be found small sites with a
bee-hive cell, an outdoor altar and a small tomb-shrine on top of
it. Sheer astonishment is experienced when one finds them, sometimes
on remote hillsides, sometimes in a field, sometimes on an island,
for there they have sat for so long while world history went on its
way. What strikes me strongly is how much they are like the hermit
sketes of Orthodox monasticism, which I have visited on Mount Athos
in Northern Greece.
But the greatest of all was Skellig
Michael, on Great Skellig 7 miles out to sea, off the Iveragh
Peninsula. Truly this is something else. It takes us beyond
words. Our minds are assailed by impossible questions: How did they
do it? why did they do it? and for so long. Here nature is at its
most awe-inspiring; it is scarcely any place for humans even to
venture. What did they live on? How did they survive? The wind, the
cold, the Atlantic gales that could blow one away in a trice; and,
besides the monastery on the north peak, that hermitage on the south
peak at 700 feet, death defying, absolutely unimaginable that it was
ever built, let alone manned, - and the loneliness; all these truly
terrify, and disturb beyond endurance. Comparisons among the brave
are invidious: among Orthodox, the Desert Fathers baked in Egypt,
some Syrians lived on pillars, the Russians froze in Siberia; but
surely the Irish on Skellig Michael were their brothers. |