Saturday, 7 May 2016

Wistfully wondering where this
promised heatwave has gone

By the boating lake at Farmleigh in the Phoenix Park this afternoon (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2016)

Patrick Comerford

After the recent flare-up on my lungs that almost meant losing my voice two weeks ago, I am now coming down with a heavy head cold.

This damp, foggy weather is not helping my lungs and seems to be aggravating the symptoms of my sarcoidosis. But after this morning’s early morning 5 km walk in Marlay Park, I was still determined to get out for another walk late this afternoon.

Two of us went for a walk around the boating lake at Farmleigh House in the Phoenix Park, and went for late afternoon double espressos in the Boathouse Café, before taking another stroll around the lake.

Walking around the boating lake in Farmleigh (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2016)

This poor, unseasonable weather means few people were sitting out on the decking at the Boathouse Café, with just two or three small children being encouraged by their parents to feed the ducks and the moorhens.

I am now feeding myself with plenty of Vitamin C with large quaffs of honey and lemon, wistfully wondering when the promised heatwave is going to arrive.

Temperatures across England today were much higher, with figures in the high teens and low 20s from Lichfield to Cambridge to London.

But I must not complain. It was a beautiful afternoon in Farmleigh. And while I may have sarcoidosis, sarcoidosis does not have me.

The Boathouse Café by the boating lake in Farmleigh (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2016)

Donning a yellow T-shirt to walk
from Darkness into Light

Bringing Hope into Darkness … in Marlay Park before dawn this morning (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2016)

Patrick Comerford

Most mornings, I have a blog posting ready to go up by 6.30 a.m. Some mornings –perhaps once a month – I am in the airport long before 6.30, ready to catch an early flight.

Every morning, I enjoy hearing the bird sound as I begin to wake. Every morning, I enjoy the start of the day with an early morning shower that provides the space and the place for the first prayers my day, beginning with prayers that thank God for life and for the waters of my Baptism.

It is not that I am particularly strong, vigorous, or well-organised. This is just the way I am, and this is how I like to start the day. And it was not always so. During the many years I worked as a journalist, there were many late deadlines, late nights, and few early mornings.

But there are many people for whom morning brings dread and foreboding. They cannot face another fresh day, either by themselves or without someone they love.

I was up early this morning, by 3.15, to take part in one of the many ‘Darkness Into Light’ walks that took place throughout Ireland to raise awareness about suicide and self-harm.

I was only one among 4,000-5,000 people in Marlay Park in south Dublin for this event this morning [7 May 2016]. But perhaps over 120,000 people took part in these walks in about 90 venues in Ireland.

About 400 people took part in the first walk seven years ago in the Phoenix Park in Dublin in 2009. This morning, thousands upon thousands of people took part in the walk across about 110 locations and four continents.

Darkness Into Light supports the work of Pieta House, which works with people in suicidal distress and engaging in self-harm. Pieta House and its staff of 180 staff has welcomed over 22,000 people struggling in the shadows into its nine centres across Ireland since first opening its doors a decade ago.

This year, there were about 90 walk venues in Ireland. But the walk also took place in England, Scotland, Iceland, Australia, Canada, New Zealand, the US and Dubai.

Walking through the trees and by the ponds in Marlay Park before dawn this morning (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2016)

In the Dublin area, when I was registering, I was spoiled with a choice of locations, from Skerries and Malahide to the Phoenix Park, Marlay Park and Bray, for this 5 km walk.

Little did I realise as I set off from home at about 3.30 this morning that I was facing into one long continual traffic jam from Whitechurch through Balinteer, and that parking was almost an impossibility even half an hour before the walk was due to start.

As I donned my yellow T-shirt, it was obvious that Marlay Park had attracted a coterie of South Dublin walkers. But they came in all sizes, ages and shapes. The enthusiastic runners started first, but the rest of the walkers included parents with children in strollers, couples with their dogs, elderly people with walking sticks, and here and there someone who was carefully minding someone who is still suffering in some way.

Some people say suicide is epidemic in parts of Ireland. Those who complete suicide may think the stigma has been removed in society. Tthose who survive, as family members or as those who never completed suicide, still suffer, and in places this morning I could just see how visible that suffering remains.

A choir sings ‘O Happy Day’ as dawn breaks (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2016)

But as the walkers wended our way through the trees, the pathways and the open grassy areas of Marlay Park, over the brooks and pons, by the golf course and by the ‘Fairy Tree,’ there was strong sense of community early this morning.

As we passed one choir, they were singing Amazing Grace. At another place, the choir was singing O Happy Day.

The rain held off throughout most of the walk. Close to the end of the walk, we passed by clumps of blooming blue Forget-me-Nots.

Moving from darkness into light, from night into morning, as the birdsong began to break through the leaves from the boughs of the trees, a thin yellow line processed in front of us through the green shades of the park, living symbols of the hope we can bring to one another.

I was back in bed by 6.30, just when I ought to have thought of getting.

A cluster of ‘Forget-me-Nots’ near the end of the walk (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2016)