Belfast-It is Daedalian

    There is a shiny edge to the bewildering and convoluted city that is Belfast.

     The impressive Titanic Museum reminds the world this was a leading ship building city, the apex of an industrial  power. Linen, tobacco, and rope making started a march to industrialization that now involves aerospace, missiles, and filmmaking. 

     The history is told masterfully in the marvel that tells the story of the building of the Titanic and its fate.
      The Titanic and the HBO super hit Game of Thrones are a minor industry unto themselves in Belfast. Thrones was filmed across Northern Ireland and the studio is near the Titanic Museum and Hotel.

    The room where the blue prints of the Tiatic were drawn is now a restaurant and bar with extraordinary natural lighting.

    Belfast remains a city of culture and industry even though the famous and employment providing Harland and Wolff shipyard is facing uncertainty.

    Belfast has a population between 300 and 400 thousand though it has the vibe of a larger city.

    The source of the major Belfast storyline dates to the 1922 partition of Ireland. Belfast is part of the UK in  Northern Ireland. That it and the Irish Republic adjoin is the nexus for what has been a history of Trouble.

   The Parliament of Northern Ireland meets at Stormont in Belfast, though it has not met since 2017 and is presently in suspension because of the inability to agree. It is a symbolic image of the division that rends Northern Ireland.

  Principally, because of what is euphemistically called "The Troubles," Belfast remains divided. 
   There are walls and cages for separation and protection in areas where Catholics and Protestants adjoin, or in neighborhoods where those who favor British rule and those who want to be independent or part of the Irish Republic reside closely. 

   There are neighborhoods where the two sides are separated by gates that close at night, blocking access. 

   Violence from the Troubles once gave Belfast the reputation as one of the most dangerous cities in the world.

   It is better now, but bitterness and hostility lurk.

    For years politics, emotion and legacy tributes have been painted on walls. They are an index to the struggles, memories of those who perished, either by hunger strike or by violence.

  Belfast is a city of martyrs on walls. 

   The walls provide a narrative. 

    To get a feel for these areas, we hired a Black Taxi tour. 50 years ago former political prisoners began driving the taxis. It was a way to both earn a living and to proclaim by visiting  friction spots, or places where freedom fighters died or places of military action. 

   On this day in Belfast we hired one of the original drivers, now an old boy, a former prisoner, and with a keen sense of these neighborhoods. 

    I thought it oddly ironic his aged cab needed a pause for repair at the very Clonard Abbey where the Good Friday Peace Agreement was achieved. (By the way he knew exactly what to do and where to pound.)

     The phrase The Troubles is an anemic expression of what happened to Belfast and Northern Ireland. It was cultural and political war and a fight for self determination that cast shadows even now.

   Divis Tower in the Falls neighborhood remains locked in that history. The British Army set up tower surveillance and sniper positions here.

    Today the children of a woman who "disappeared" from here in 1972 wonder what happened to her. She was then a young widow with 10 children when taken. Her  murder is still a matter of inquiry and investigation. It is featured in the non-fiction Say Nothing-A True Story of Murder and Memory in Northern Ireland written by Patrick Radden Keefe and published this year. 

    By 2019 some of the street painting politics reach into even US and international scenarios. Note the red x over a face in the above tribute to liberators and rights activists. Aung san Suu Kyi, the Burmese Nobel Peace laureate has fallen out of favor. 

   Throughout Belfast are memorials to those who perished in the Troubles. 

    The fallen of both sides are remembered, daily.

    Sinn Fein remains in place and active and too has suffered loss.

    It was in the room behind the fourth window on the ground floor where the Good Friday Agreement was reached on April 10 1998. It ended 30 years of active violence, military presence, bombing, riots and discord. It birthed an uneasy truce and with a long history as preamble.  

    The Women's Voices Matter movement is an island of words of hope and inspiration.

     And the "Peace Wall" stands. While it is an open expression of peace, it is none-the-less still a wall between neighborhoods, like those barriers above the roofs.

   Thousands from around the globe have been here to sign on for peace.

    I have neither the expertise nor skill to write an explanation for what has played out on the streets and homes of Belfast. 
    It is a history all should know. It is readily available.

    Between 80 and 90 thousand cars pass the Sculpture RISE that went up in 2011. 

    
     Today as you drive from Ireland into Northern Ireland the road signs change from kilometers to miles and the words change from Gaelic and English to only English. License plates are different and that is how you know you are at or through the soft border. Brexit however, as ill conceived and foolish as it is, and as mishandled as it has been, threatens perhaps to raise up old animosities, stir ghosts, reanimate divide and hostility.
     Good Friday has produced a kind of cooling and a reach for normalcy, but trouble has not disappeared.
    It is indeed very complicated.

      On the agenda, the lively, vivacious and friendly city of Dublin.

     See you down the trail.

There is a moment...

     The magic begins to work on the heart, with the first step in the climb up the hill, crowning Cambria's East Village. It quickly reaches the mind as one recalls the wrap of sound, image and memory that are so delicately woven in this special place on this special night.

    Lana is quick to tell that this night, the Candlelight Concert is the highlight of her year, let alone this festive season.

      For almost 150 years the Chapel has been aglow above our village tucked between the Pacific and the Monterey Pine and Oak forests of the Santa Lucia Mountains. Readers of LightBreezes have received impressions since 2011. 

         There is a moment in this traditional evening when time melts and when emotions and feelings and your sensory memories glide into a kind of current and all that you've ever known of Christmas and family are there in your head and heart as the sweet music and narrative write even more code.
      Judith Laramore's annual Reflections open those portals with her exquisite narrative. This year recalling a cold and drafty winter on Hoot Owl Lane outside Bluffton Indiana, my mother's hometown, was a literary Norman Rockwell for the soul. Colorful and vivid scenes, family gatherings, visits to  aunt Norma and uncle Charles on Chicago's Lake Shore drive and the special place in her heart for Aunt Lois created a homily to the nurturing love of family at the holidays. They are universal memories.
       And of course there is the music and the magnificent players arranged by the renown Brynn Albanese who makes the violin an instrument of love.

      We were treated to a world premier of sorts. John Neufeld, a Cambrian arranged and Orchestrated almost all of John Williams movie compositions for decades. He did an innovation on Ave Maria for this special night on the hill in our little village. 

    Before the Farewell, blend of instrument and voice, Bruce Black again told tales of family humor and treated us all to the annual Twas The Night Before Christmas.

      And so, Christmas has come again, and the magic of the season has been lit by the candles glowing in an historic chapel, flowing from a hill top mixed with sweet music and memory, a place where life and dream weave.

      See you down the trail, in Ireland.