PRAISE FOR An Invitation to Celtic Wisdom This book inspires us to say yes to life by giving us tastes of Celtic spiritual treasures. Carl McColman is a true shanachiehe loves telling stories that make our hearts sing. Ray Simpson, founding guardian of the International Community of Aidan and Hilda, www.aidanandhilda.org and author of Daily Light from the Celtic Saints, Celtic Christianity, and Celtic Blessings Franciscans recognize the headwaters of our own spiritual tradition in much of Celtic spirituality: nature based, optimistic, experiential, and much more mystical than moralistic. Carl McColmans stunning synthesis here is a great way to dive back into these wonder-filled and genuinely refreshing headwaters. Fr. Richard Rohr, OFM, founder of the Center for Action and Contemplation With warm hospitality and the voice of a savvy storyteller, Carl McColman invites the reader to the feast of Celtic wisdom and prayer. In these pages, you will find a company of Celtic saints to walk with through our sacred landscapes, insights and good humor to guide you, and the clear voice of an author who knows the truth and depth of this tradition. Highly recommended. Mary C. Earle, author of Celtic Christian Spirituality and Holy Companions: Spiritual Practices from the Celtic Saints Copyright 2018 by Carl McColman First Broadleaf Books Edition 2021. All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations in critical articles or review, no part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without prior written permission from the publisher. Email or write to Permissions, Broadleaf Books, PO Box 1209, Minneapolis, MN 55440-1209. Cover design by Jim Warner Cover photograph by Shutterstock Interior by Timm Bryson, em em design, LLC Typeset in Minion Pro Print ISBN: 978-1-5064-8524-9 eBook ISBN: 978-1-5064-8579-9 Printed in the USA For Phil Foster and Darrell Grizzle, anamchairde who walked with me between the worlds. CONTENTS PART ONE The Celtic Mystery PART TWO The Celtic Saints PART THREE Walking the Celtic Path TA mi lubadh mo ghlun | I AM bending my knee | An suil an Athar a chruthaich mi, | In the eye of the Father who created me, | An suil an Mhic a cheannaich mi, | In the eye of the Son who purchased me, | An suil an Spioraid a ghlanaich mi, | In the eye of the Spirit who cleansed me, | Le caird agus caoimh. | In friendship and affection. | Tre tAon Unga fein a Dhe, | Through Thine own Anointed One, O God, | Tabhair duinn tachar n ar teinn, | Bestow upon us fullness in our need, | Gaol De, | Love towards God, | Gradh De, | The affection of God, | Gair De, | The smile of God, | Gais De, | The wisdom of God, | Gras De, | The grace of God, | Sgath De, | The fear of God, | Is toil De, | And the will of God | Dheanamh air talamh nan Tre, | To do on the world of the Three, | Mar to ainghlich is naoimhich | As angels and saints | A toighe air neamh. | Do in heaven; | Gach duar agus soillse, | Each shade and light, | Gach la agus oidhche, | Each day and night, | Gach uair ann an caoimhe, | Each time in kindness, | Thoir duinn do ghne. | Give Thou us Thy Spirit. |
From the Carmina Gadelica, an anthology of Gaelic prayers from the Scottish Hebrides, collected and translated by Alexander Carmichael (18321912) PART ONE The Celtic Mystery A DHIA, | O God, | Ann mo ghniamh, | In my deeds, | Ann mo bhriathar, | In my words, | Ann mo mhiann, | In my wishes, | Ann mo chiall, | In my reason, | Ann an riarachd mo chail, | And in the fulfilling of my desires, | Ann mo shuain, | In my sleep, | Ann mo bhruail, | In my dreams, | Ann mo chluain, | In my repose, | Ann mo smuain, | In my thoughts, | Ann mo chridh agus manam a ghnath, | In my heart and soul always, | Biodh an Oigh bheannaichte, Moire, | May the blessed Virgin Mary, | Agus Ogan geallaidh na glorach a tamh, | And the promised Branch of Glory dwell, | O ann mo chridh agus manam a ghnath, | Oh! in my heart and soul always, | Biodh an Oigh bheannaichte, Moire, | May the blessed Virgin Mary, | Agus Ogan cubhraidh na glorach a tamh. | And the fragrant Branch of Glory dwell. |
Carmina Gadelica Chapter One The Mystery The Celts are the people of the end of the world. Visit the tip of the Cornwall peninsula and you will find a rocky placed called Lands End, where the thundering surf of the Atlantic pounds mercilessly against the ancient rocks. But once upon a time, it was Irelandat least in the imagination of mainland Europeanswhere you made your last stop before the vast, boundless ocean. The end of the world. All that lay beyond formed the stuff of myths and legends. A few hardy voyagerswell meet some of them in the pages to comeventured out into the deep and came back with tales of lands like Tr na ng, the island of eternal youth, or the Land of Promise of the Saints, the closest place to heaven that could be found in all the earth. Aside from those heroic wanderers, for most people the west coast of Ireland, where the vast ocean continually pounded the shore, represented the edge of mystery, the gateway into an unknown and unseeable world. Today we have lost that sense of the wondrous mystery awaiting us just beyond the edge of the ocean. A traveler leaving the British Isles heading west arrives not at Tr na ng or the Land of Promise, but rather comes to Boston or New York. So it may be difficult for us to appreciate that sense of openness to ever-present mystery that informed the poetry and stories and spirituality of the Celts long ago. We may know better than our ancestors, thanks to the round earth and the gift of flight, than to face the ocean fog with a sense of awe and wonderlet alone a wee bit of foreboding. But we make a mistake if we insist on approaching Celtic wisdom with a purely materialistic sense of things. Perhaps the end of the worldthe edge of mysteryis not so much a place on the map as it is a place in the heart. Perhaps, even today, in our time hedged in by materialistic thinking and a culture besotted with entertainment and noise, we mortals are being invited into a spiritual otherworld as foreign and fearsome to us as the beach must have been to the first prehistoric creature who dared to crawl out of the ocean some half a billion years ago. | Next page