Newgrange Winter Solstice

Newgrange is best known for the illumination of its passage and chamber by the rising sun at the Winter Solstice. Above the entrance to the passage of the mound there is an opening called a roof-box. On mornings around the winter solstice a beam of light penetrates the roof-box and travels up the 19 meter passage and into the chamber. As the sun rises higher, the beam widens so that the whole chamber is dramatically illuminated.

[estherchipata]

Amazing how the light penetrates through the darkness and makes all the change, suddenly you feel there is life and you even feel the warmth....truly amazing!!

[--d]

When you have been on life’s journey from the dark to the light and you see amazing things like this you know your on the right journey

[zeliacabral]

Lindos e suaves, o vídeo, as imagens, a música...gratidão.

[kathytrottier]

From an American who will never get a chance to win the lottery to be able to see this is breathtaking.

[PH]

It's that time again when Finn and his companions must venture to the stronghold of Morrigan to retrieve Dagda's cauldron since she made off with it at Halloween and the earth has been baron and people have been living on the stores. But Finn will save us and in a matter of a couple of days will be back with the Dagdas Cauldron. This will greatly please Dagda and right away he will make his favorite porage recipe and all who are served it will go away satisfied. As Dagda plays his harp the sun resumes its dance across the sky Morrigan's greed and envy have been defeated one more time. Let's give 3 cheers to Finn and his companions.
In the 4 cornered castle on the island of the strong doors where shadows and darkness meet together and bright wine brims over every beaker. Who will tell me what primal words were spoken by the Cauldron warmed by the breaths of 9 vegans the Perl-rimed Cauldron of Lord Dagda that will boil no coward repast or one forsworn and there will be brought to these Morrigan’s bright sword of doom. The Silver Branch.

[etiennemuller]

SOLSTICE

Through the long dark chambers in the hollow hills,
Pagan voices, echoing in the corbelled spaces,
Vanished in the twilight of unremembered souls,
Forgotten rituals left their distant traces.

In clever corridors, now closed to winter chill,
Bats roost where ancient men once mourned,
Till the Sun would shine its benediction still
On the darkest day when, waiting for the dawn,

The solstice priests and pilgrims in the night
Would gather in the mound's sacred demesne,
At the deep recess that had not seen the light,
To witness that dark places can be blessed

On this most hallowed day of all renewal;
In the majesty of the fulcrum of the year,
At the nadir of heaven's sacred jewel
The patient ghosts of the newly dead drew near

And, through the sure compelling power of the rite,
In sorrow, cherished loved ones bound up tight,
In the alchemy of the dark and light,
The souls of the departed would take flight.

"Solstice" by Etienne Muller

[mysiren]

The stone monument looks like a fertilized egg to me in pictures from above/inside.