The Murmuring Waves

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John P. Healy. The Murmuring Waves

The Murmuring Waves

INTRODUCTION

Chapter 1. Beginnings

Chapter 2. Galway

Chapter 3. Cork

Chapter 4. Starting out on the long road

Interlude

Chapter 5. Life continues

Chapter 6. Change of destination

Chapter 7. Cochabamba, Bolivia

Chapter 8. Parquefield-Rosario

Chapter 9. Moving on

Chapter 10. Alto Mieres, Cosquín

Chapter 11. Towards an SMA Foundation

Chapter 12. Further disorder – Love wins out

Chapter 13. The demands of change

Sinopsis

Índice

Landmarks

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JHON P. HEALY

and her family, especially to Claudia and Marcos

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Around that time when I was six or seven years of age, one fine summer’s afternoon, my father, who liked walking as well as cycling, took me walking to Kilmeena, where my mother’s family came from. The distance is not great, about five kilometers, but my little legs weren’t aware of such minor details. I can only remember begging him at different stages to allow me rest on one of the yellow and black painted walls that were found on the several dangerous bends as a warning to motorists. As we approached the many bends my own mind was bent on soon reaching the end of our journey. The winding road permitted me that illusion that, perhaps, around the next bend our destination would be in sight. With great relief we finally rounded that open downhill curve that gave way to the final straight stretch of road leading to the small country road, not paved in those days, and the house where we would be met with a chair and a welcoming drink.

It reminds me of what used to occur when later climbing Croagh Patrick with the other thousands of pilgrims. This was usually undertaken in those times on the night before the last Sunday of July called Reek Sunday. It still being dark it was usual to enquire from those coming back down the mountain, if we were near the peak, which was always out of sight to those climbing because of the steep final section. It was the common ruse of those now coming down to encourage those of us struggling up the mountain by saying, you are near now just around the next bend, which of course was not true, but it gave one some encouragement with the hope that the climb was nearing its end.

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