Phil Brennan

Posted on July 19, 2019

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To the waters and the wild – Dunmore East

“Stillness is vital to the world of the soul. If, as you age, you become more still, you will discover that stillness can be a great companion. The fragments of your life will have time to unify, the place where your soul shelter is wounded or broken will have time to knit and heal. You will be able to return to your self. In this stillness, you will engage your soul.” (John O’Donoghue)

It is not always easy to slow down in a world that moves at pace. The key to life is balance. Exertion without rest drains us to the core and dims our coordinates. We heave our way from one target to the next on the treadmill of life and rarely connect to source. We all need to press pause now and again and take a breather from the world. The great outdoors connect us to something deeper that might otherwise pass us by. Dunmore East has a mesmeric way of slowing the pulse right down. Anyone who escapes to the waters and the wild will want to return.

Headland trails, lobster pots, fishing, lunch out in the Bay – Dunmore East is the perfect ‘still zone’ to ease us back to where we belong. The Dunmore East Cliff Walk is perched above the village in silent homage to those who have passed this way for centuries. 200 years ago, young men from neighbouring Portally, Ballymacaw and Rathmoylan walked this very path to excavate boulders of rock from the cliff below as they sculpted the harbour we have today. Here, on the new footbridge beneath the cliff, we come face to face with curious remnants of a bygone time; footsteps, railings, carved rock – the railway line from the cliff to the harbour has all but disappeared. Faint strains echo through the citadel of stone to calm the stirrings of the passer by.

It’s good to ease the pace and feel the ground beneath your feet, to calm the tempest of the mind and soak in the beauty that opens up before you. Energy ripples in symmetry with the dancing of the waves. What we observe leaves lasting imprints; the magical hues of the azure ocean as it laps onto the flat rocks, the languid majesty of the seal as it basks in the sun, the silhouette of Hook Lighthouse as it peers out through misty skies. In observing the waters stretch out to the distant horizon, we sense intuitively the merging of what is near with timeless echoes from afar.

A trip out to sea on return to the harbour completes this experience. Time in ‘The Keltoi Warrior’ is precious time. Brendan takes us on a voyage of discovery, sharing anecdotes on the coves and sea caves, narrowing the lens to absorb the sublime beauty of the miniscule against the towering backdrop of the cliffs. After checking in on the lobster pots and maybe reeling in a mackerel or two, we anchor in at some quiet corner of the Bay. Lunch by the shoreline to the sound of waves lapping against the brow of the boat… “Well my mama told me there’ll be days like this…

“Just imagine that the purpose of life is your happiness only – then life becomes a cruel and senseless thing. You have to embrace the wisdom of humanity. Your intellect and your heart tell you that the meaning of life is to serve the force that sent you into the world. Then life becomes a joy.” (Leo Tolstoy)

You see it’s the unscripted events make life worth living – moments that happen in ways we least expect. Often it is the unlikely one we meet along the way who inspires in ways we could never imagine. One such person joined us with a group from Shannon for a 3 day ‘time-out’ in May. At 81 years of age, Anne defies the odds. Her mobility is not as great as it once was, but, with a little gentle encouragement, she mustered the courage to take that first step. There was no stopping her!

Anne threw caution to the wind. She may not be able to walk at the pace of others, or indeed cover the same distance, but she was determined to give it a go. She beamed from start to finish and kept us all on our toes with her astute observations and her irrepressible wit. Her smile was matched by her resolve to make the most of each moment, to soak in the wonders of the universe as it rolled out before her on the balmy seas. Dunmore East had helped her to retrieve something from within that she taught had long since passed. We who shared her path were the privileged ones.

Her words in a letter she sent on her return are a timely reminder to all of us to make the most of what each new day brings.

“Thank you for a rejuvenating few days. I enjoyed everything and have a bank of films of each event that I can rerun at will. I had no idea Waterford County is so beautiful. I find it hard to choose what I enjoyed most. I think you have put together something unique. I loved the inspirational stories, the reflective pauses and the music. And Elaine, I enjoyed our chats. I came home refreshed and more in touch with my inner self. I wish you all the best with a very worthy venture. Thanks for your extra kindnesses to me.” (Anne, Shannon)

Our individual story is just one melodic movement in the wider symphony of the universe. No matter how small or insignificant we may appear each one of us is part of something greater than ourselves. This is the mystery of life made simple. We all have a song to sing, a story to tell, a higher purpose to map out. Dunmore East is the gateway to all that matters.

“Have your beautiful things but do not be imprisoned by them. Own them but do not let them own you. Give the main aim of your life over to far more important pursuits such as discovery of your highest potential, giving of yourself to others and making a difference by living for something more important than yourself. Success is fine but significance is the real name of the game.” (Robin Sharma)

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Our ‘To the waters and the wild’ in Dunmore East will be running on selected Sundays from July. The price comes in at €60 per person for groups of 8 to 12 persons, inclusive of mindful walks led by Dr Phil and his wife Elaine, boat hire, fishing and lunch. You can check our Facebook Events link www.facebook.com/pg/WaterfordCamino/events/ for available dates; Sunday 4th August, Sunday 11th August, Sunday and Sunday 25th August. Find out more about our signature experiences on our website www.waterfordcamino.com

Midweek breaks inclusive of the Dunmore East ‘time-out’ and the ‘Cycle of Life’ on the Waterford Greenway, with overnight dinner and B&B in the Tower Hotel, Waterford are also available; ideal for sports clubs, staff days or corporate events. Every day can be tailored to suit each group. Contact Phil and Elaine on info@waterfordcamino.com if you require any further information.

Phil Brennan

Posted on July 3, 2019

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The Cycle of Life – a unique ‘time-out’

“If one has courage, nothing can dim the light which shines within… Since a price will be exacted from us for everything we do or leave undone, we should pluck up the courage to win, to win back our finer and kinder and healthier selves. There is no failure as long as you learn from your experience, continue to work, and continue to press on for success.”
(Maya Angelou)

We humans are more than what the outward eye can see. It is on the inside where the most significant battles are waged. In a world that rewards the individual who soars to the greatest heights, it takes real courage to stare down your own limitations and find happiness in your achievements no matter how humble. When the odds are stacked against us, we find out who we truly are.

There is a spark within each of us that tends to kick in when the pressure is on. We see it every day in the stoic courage of ordinary people dealing with crushing blows in life who somehow find the strength to hang in there when they’d have every reason to give up. It can be easier to drift into the slipstream of doubt than to take those decisive steps towards making new goals happen. The formula is simple; find out what you truly love to do – then direct all your energies into those very pursuits that make this possible. Our ‘Cycle of Life’ gives you the breathing space to do just that!

Timeout off the beaten track is good for mind, body and soul. It’s strangely liberating to leave civilisation as we know it behind and abandon ourselves to the power of the great outdoors. The rush of energy you feel as you navigate the old railway line by bike is unreal. There’s a life force at play here, something primordial, elemental even, that carries you along. The more we align our lives with the power of the universe, the more likely we are to gravitate towards what really matters in life. The world you return to may not have changed, but, somehow, you have, and in changing a whole new world is born.

“Every person needs to take one day away. A day in which one consciously separates the past from the future… Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for. Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us… A day away acts as a spring tonic. It can dispel rancour, transform indecision, and renew the spirit.” (Maya Angelou)

Over the past few months, we’ve been creating a unique Waterford Greenway “day away” that we’ll be rolling out in the coming weeks. We’ve secured bookings with tour operators from the States and mainland Europe, but we want to make what we offer more readily available for people closer to home. Many have asked how they can experience one of our days without necessarily staying overnight. We’re trying to price it in such a way that we cover our costs, put a value on what we do, yet make it possible for more people to come away for a unique ‘time-out’ with us.

The ‘Cycle of Life’ on the Waterford Greenway.

See our Waterford Camino cycle route; https://www.mapmyride.com/routes/view/2115063388

We look after the whole experience from start to finish. You simply show up and leave the planning to us. Our very own Greenway Man, Garvan Cummins, will have your bike and helmet waiting for you, lunch is pre-booked, and you’d be surprised what you can withstand with padded saddles to cushion you on your way. Once you have a moderate level of fitness, trust us to pace the cycle so that everyone can enjoy the experience. It’s not the destination that matters and the speed at which we travel, it’s all that happens in between.

We start out from Ireland’s oldest city, Waterford, ready to make our way down the 46km route to Dungarvan. Our cycle is leisurely, pausing for refreshments, mindful moments, a little history and a few photos at the most scenic points along the route. We’ll enjoy a wee snack with Waterford and Suir Valley Railway in Kilmeaden 10km down the line, light snack then beneath the Viaduct in Kilmacthomas at the halfway point supplied by Kiersey’s Bar and Tearoom, a wee breather in O’ Mahony’s, Durrow before completing the 10km final leg of the journey into Dungarvan. The key is to start early. We meet at 8am at the bus station on the quays in Waterford and arrive in Dungarvan for lunch at 3pm.

Early morning by the river lulls us unknowingly beyond the fretful stir of the city. Here, 6 kilometers down the Waterford Greenway, the cadence slows down in unspoken harmony with the tranquil stillness of the River Suir. All around you can see signs of what has gone before… the old railway line, Viking ruins shielded beneath its grassy vault, the graceful foliage of Mount Congreve Gardens 300 years on, the desolate ruins of an old watch tower desecrated by Cromwell and his troops in times past. Voices form a bygone age can be heard as you peddle on by.

There is something so refreshingly positive about the Waterford Greenway experience. The buzz of excitement in Kilmeaden as children feverishly boarded the train onto the Waterford and Suir Valley Railway, the infectious smiles from passers-by you had never met before, the relaxed chatter of cyclists as they meander their way en route to their next coffee break… people move to a different rhythm on the Greenway.

As you cycle, you leave the world as you know it and are transported to a different space, a sphere beyond our normal consciousness. Adjusting to the radiant hues as we leave the dimmed enchantment of Durrow Tunnel behind, surveying the panoramic vista that awaits us as we free wheel towards Clonea… you feel exhilarated to be part of it all.

When we arrive in Dungarvan, we hand back the bikes to Garvan, have lunch in 360 Cookhouse and you have the option of staying on and unwinding over a cuppa or something stronger against the stunning backdrop of the Bay before getting the return bus to Waterford. Buses leave on the hour, so you are free to stay in Dungarvan for as long as you wish. You’ll know somewhere deep down, long after the exertions are over, that this was more than just a 46km cycle down the Waterford Greenway. Once you connect to the life force within, you begin to see more clearly.

“As you look back your happiness will be defined by the mountains you surmounted, the valleys you climbed out of, and the life and/or career that you forged for yourself.”
(Maya Angelou)

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Dr. Phil Brennan and his wife Elaine are rolling out exciting new One Day Experiences over the coming months for visitors and locals alike. Our ‘Cycle of Life’ on the Waterford Greenway comes in at 95 euro per person inclusive of bike hire, helmets, bus return, ‘compass points’ on the journey led by Dr. Phil and Elaine, light snack in Kilmeaden and Kilmacthomas and lunch in Dungarvan.

You can check our Eventbrite Link for available dates; Saturday 13th July (On sale) and Saturday 27th July (To be released). With dates in the month of August to be announced in due course. Find out more about our signature experiences on our website www.waterfordcamino.com

Our Dunmore East ‘time-out’ inclusive of cliff walk and boat trip will be up and running too from this July on selected Sundays. Midweek breaks inclusive of both days and an overnight in the Tower Hotel, Waterford are also available – ideal for groups, sports clubs, staff days or corporate events. Every day can be tailored to suit each group. Contact Phil and Elaine on info@waterfordcamino.com if you require further information.

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Posted on May 22, 2019

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Escape to the great outdoors

“Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence… You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.” (Max Ehrmann 1927)

We all live life at a pace these days. It can be hard to slow down. We have become so programmed, we tend to operate on autopilot and move from one task to the next without much time to stand still. I remember in my teaching days receiving a card from a friend in Africa cautioning me to “slow down and give my soul time to catch up.” He was right, even if I couldn’t see it at the time. I had become consumed by my work and struggled to see beyond it. Daily routine can numb us from the magic that lies in the unscripted moments in life. It’s great to break out now and again.

Navigating life is not always easy. Once you leave the moorings by the river’s edge, you cannot be sure the currents will conspire to help you. All the more reason to anchor at the isle on occasion and assess your travel path in light of what each new day brings. The universe has a way of nudging us into a realisation that there is more to life. Outdoor adventures, no matter how humble, draw us unknowingly to a space where we begin to feel alive again. What may have worried you starting out is viewed with new eyes by the time you return home. Perspective is everything. The world may not have changed but you have. From here, there is no going back.

The Waterford Greenway takes on a new life when we slow the pace right down. Here on this age-old railway line, we come face to face with the power of the natural world to ease us beyond the world as we know it. We become temporary travelers in a timeless odyssey played out before us. The slower the cadence the more receptive we become to a deeper current that flows from source to the seas beyond – the telepathic symmetry of birds in flight over the River Suir, the shimmering shades across the Comeraghs as the clouds fade out into the darkening skies, the symphony of sound as the waves crash to the shore near Clonea. We sense we are part of something timeless in our midst. Nothing is said. It doesn’t need to be. The universe does it for us.

Closeness to the natural world tunes us to a new frequency. There’s no therapy quite like it. The more we gravitate towards the great outdoors, the more our lives can be observed from a new vantage point. Here, on the other side, the simple things matter; feeling the cool water as we wade our way along the beach or the thrill when we scale a mountain range once enticingly beyond our reach or the soothing calm of the river as it rolls with unswerving ease from the falls above. Through the narrowed lens, we begin to see more clearly. What’s around us connects to something deep within. Mind, body, soul in perfect equilibrium!

We are made from the stars and the universe is quick to remind us! My mam walked with us across the headland in Dunmore East on a recent visit. She climbed the steps up and strolled all the way out to Portally and back, drawing breath on occasion to soak in the beauty of it all. The views across the Bay over to Hook casts a mystical spell and all who pass this way sense it. The exhilaration she felt when she returned to the harbour was indescribable. It was one of those moments that stays with you! Every new adventure starts with one single step; from woodland trails to river walks to mountain treks to sea kayaking. There’s nothing quite like the satisfaction you experience on your return.

The Olympian spirit is not spared for the few – it’s meant for us all! One of our recent visitors cycled 20 km on the Waterford Greenway despite suffering with an arthritic condition that would have rendered such feats impossible. On arrival at Durrow, she was happy to meet us further down the line, but, to her surprise, we had arranged with the Greenway Man, Garvan, to have an ebike on standby should she choose to join us. She wasn’t just content to cycle into Dungarvan but insisted on making the return trip back to O’ Mahony’s after lunch. She was so proud of herself; she toasted her achievement over an Irish whiskey there and then and invested in her own ebike a week later. We all have depths to us that we only come to know when tested. There are no limits.

The following note awaited me when I awoke this morning. We were privileged to share the path with him and a delegation of international visitors who attended the Annual European SPES Conference on Spirituality in WIT last week. Each group brings its own brand of magic, depth and maybe a little madness 😊

“I joined a group of colleagues on the Waterford Camino last Saturday and we had a blast. Tour guides Phil and Elaine attended to our needs and enabled us to unwind after a busy few days. As we walked the Waterford Greenway between Waterford and Dungarvan along the old train track, we began to still the voice and tune into a more observing mind. The River Suir has a way of slowing the pulse right down and the walk from Killoteran to Kilmeaden was just the tonic we all needed. Elaine treated us to freshly baked Waterford ‘Blaa’ filled with roast chicken that she had prepared for each of us earlier and served us the perfect cuppa in the converted train carriage in Kilmeaden.

Our coach driver, Tom, then brought us on an amazing odyssey through the majestic Comeragh Mountains and dropped us off for a stroll out to the Mahon Falls. We were led on a short, reflective ‘compass point’ to guide us on our way before we walked onwards in silence or quiet chat with new friends. I fondly remember an American in our group, Kevin, lay his head beneath the stream that flowed to the Falls. This spontaneous ‘overflow’ of pure emotion helped him to momentarily forget that he was soaked from head to toe. There was great drying out as we made our way back, so he survived. We had great craic.                                           

Later we visited the quaint town of Kilmacthomas where we enjoyed some beautiful seabass in Kiersey’s. So many different nationalities assembled around one table – American, Belgian, Swiss, Norwegian, Canadian, Australian, Irish. We could have chatted for ages. Different people from different places yet for these fleeting few hours we were one. We continued our trails after lunch further up the Greenway through Durrow Tunnel. It was stunning to emerge from the darkness to an oasis of flora and fauna on the other side. This is the stuff of memory! There was a moment when walking in the light again felt like being in a vacuum; all went still and quiet, nudging us to go deeper.

On we travelled along the Copper Coast where we took in the breathtaking views that matched the curious history of this mystical space. Our final stop was to the seaside town of Tramore where we enjoyed a ‘99’ to the sound of the waters lapping to the shore. Some of the foreign academics, accustomed as they are to seeking truth, were curious to know how the ‘99’ got its name. After a quick google search, we discovered that it was the name given to the elite armed forces in Italy later used in a marketing strategy of an ‘elite’ ice-cream company to denote their superior brand. Whether it was Italian or Irish, it tasted lovely!

We travelled homeward grateful for an epic day that will live long in the memory. Thank you, Waterford Camino Tours, for making this happen! It has stirred something in me.” (Gavin Murphy, Dublin)

“I will arise and go now, for always night and day,

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.” (W.B. Yeats,1888)

Dr. Phil Brennan and his wife Elaine are rolling out exciting new One Day Experiences for the coming season. Check out the ‘Escape to the great outdoors’ on the links attached or on www.waterfordcamino.com We can create day experiences for groups of eight or more. You arrange the group, leave the rest to us.

We’ve added boat trips or kayaking down the River Blackwater and the River Barrow to go with our range of Camino Trails. For us, it’s not about moving at pace to reach our destination. It’s the steps in between that matter most! Contact Phil and Elaine on info@waterfordcamino.com for further information. Every day can be tailored to suit you.

SEE OUR ONE DAY ‘ESCAPE TO THE GREAT OUTDOOR’ OPTIONS

Phil Brennan

Posted on April 12, 2019

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Arriving at a new place – the story of our Camino

“Your life is so fluid. Everything’s always changing. The way you think it’s going to unfold is not the way it’s going to unfold. That’s the fun of the whole exercise, and the gift!”

(Robin Sharma)

It’s hard to believe that 2 years have passed since we took our first tentative steps along the road of Waterford Camino Tours. We could never have imagined the craziness of all that would follow, and now, after an eventful and sometimes scary adventure, we sense that we are arriving at where we want to be. There are no guarantees. Step by step, we’ve kept moving forward no matter how steep the gradient. Step by step, we kept learning. 2 years on, it’s good to take stock!

The hardest lessons are the ones that teach the most! We’ve had to dust ourselves down from time to time and work our way through the haze when the elements have conspired against us. The tourism world has its own unique logic that you only come to understand when you become part of it. Tour operators have been our holy grail. Some promise you everything but rarely deliver; others are more genuine. You quickly learn to distinguish between the two. Our antennae have become more finely tuned. Sometimes you’ve just got to hang in there, be guided by your gut instinct and trust the universe to look after the rest. If you gravitate towards the right people, things fall into place in ways that can surprise.

There’s something about the great outdoors that keeps you on an even keel no matter what the world throws at you. Nature offers real perspective when it’s needed most. Charting a new course can bring with it adventure and peril in equal measure. It takes time to find your bearings. There’s an ebb and flow to the world of business that you need to adjust to – one day you’re cruising effortlessly with the wind at your back, the next facing into the harshest of storms. We try to keep the pace the same regardless of the conditions. We live in Tramore and we love nothing more than to walk the sand dunes loop when the tide is out. As the waters roll to the shore with reassuring ease, we sense that all will be well. No proof, just the universe reminding us that we are not alone.

It’s so important to be true to yourself in business and in life. The world can pull you in ways that are not meant for you. We’ve learned to stay focused on our own goals and aspirations especially when tested. Others may want what you offer tailored to suit their needs, not yours. This is where judgement comes in. If you tone down what makes you you, you become something that is not you. Simple as! If you move to the rhythm of others, you lose precisely what makes you unique and end up compromising everything that is important to you. It’s hard not to sell out to the dictates of a commercial world when the spoils of trade are dangled before you. We’re happy to steer our own course.

“This one step – choosing a goal and sticking to it – changes everything.” (Scott Reed)

It is good on occasion to project beyond what’s around you and anticipate what lies further down the path. Tourism in Waterford has evolved from ‘bucket and spade’ beach tourism through the 1900s to something altogether different today. The House of Waterford Crystal and The Viking Triangle are welcome additions to the tourism landscape in the city. They will always remain signature tourist attractions for visitors to the area. But they combined are not enough to keep people here. The Waterford Greenway is a ‘game-changer’, a meandering corridor bridging the city and the county for locals and visitors alike. Places like Dungarvan, Kilmacthomas, Kilmeaden are buzzing to a new beat and it’s infectious. Just under 300,000 people were on the Waterford Greenway last year. Something new is stirring!

Waterford can become a place to stay and not just visit. We’ve all seen the  coaches pull up late afternoon to hotels along the Quay, weary passengers traipse in for evening dinner and their night’s rest, with maybe a short walk thrown in for good measure, then packed up and gone early morning to visit the Crystal or Treasures. By lunchtime the next day, they’re kissing the Blarney Stone en route to Killarney. There is so much more to our city and county that they never get to see.  Close to 600,000 foreign visitors came to Waterford last year, of the 9 million that came to Ireland. Most stayed less than a day. Therein lies the challenge.

Our city and county is perfectly positioned to become a leading “slow time” tourism destination in Northern Europe. We in Waterford Camino Tours believe that a shift is happening, a movement of sorts towards more mindful, reflective breaks, that blend the great outdoors with history and culture into one really memorable experience. What this new generation of tourist wants is ‘time-out’ to re-charge the batteries and to connect to something deeper in the universe and in themselves. Don’t get me wrong. They love their few drinks, their good food, their live music – their down time. The two are not incompatible. Visitors want to come off the beaten track, dabble their toes in the the beauty of the place, unwind and be invigorated by all that they encounter along the way. 

Waterford has what it takes to deliver this in abundance. We’ve had 364 people share in our Camino experiences last year. Most are coming back! They love the place and are in no rush to leave. What we have is marketable, sellable and sustainable. We can do green tourism here and do it with unrivalled ease – without the queues, crowds or tailbacks that visitors elsewhere have to contend with. Our county is relatively undiscovered as a tourism destination. Whilst the figures for tourists on the Wild Atlantic Way in the West of Ireland have soared in the last decade, their ‘bucket list’ attractions are reaching saturation point. Places like the Burren, the Ring of Kerry, the Cliffs of Moher simply cannot handle the coach traffic in peak summer. Over-heating there can work in our favour here.

We are on the cusp on a time of real opportunity when it comes to tourism in Waterford. To mark our 2nd anniversary in business we held a tourism summit in Waterford Treasures recently where we invited key playmakers in the tourism world around the county and beyond to articulate a new shared vision for tourism in the South East. It gave a very positive and upbeat assessment of where things could be if we pool our energies and resources together to draw more tourists to the region. From stunning coastline adventures, to mountain trails to river trips down the Blackwater Valley to mystical tours around the hallowed surrounds of Lismore Castle, we’ve got it all here on our doorstep. We just need to package it and sell it in a way that meets the standards that the visitor looks for. This is starting to happen!

“Change is the law of life. and those who look only to the past or the present are certain to miss the future.”

(J.F. Kennedy)

Imagine the current Greenway extending down the track to New Ross and then on to Rosslare over the next 10 years. Very likely! Then imagine Dunmore East Cliff Walk opening up from Portally Cove to Brownstown Head and on to Tramore in the next few years. Again, very likely. Move on to the Copper Coast UNESCO Global Geopark. There are plans there to connect Anne Valley in Dunhill to the Waterford Greenway at Mount Congreve in the near future. A corridor from the Waterford Greenway to Crough Woods on to the Mahon Falls brings the Comeraghs into the picture before ultimately linking up with St. Declan’s Way in Ardmore.  Put the dots together and you realise that we have the potential to roll out something that will change the face of tourism in the South East for generations to come. 

We’ve learned that to build success we need the right team of people around us. Collaboration is the name of the game and we’ve refined our product in recent months to reflect the people we want to work with and the places we want our visitors to stay in. We had over 300 of our guests stay in the Tower Hotel last year. They loved it; the welcome, the food, the new rooms, even the Manager, Seamus O’ Carroll, sitting with them over breakfast to check in on how their Camino was going. We’re branching out this year to include Faithlegg House Hotel, Woodhouse Estate, Stradbally and Whiting Bay, Ardmore. We’re also teaming up with Brian Lynch at Suirway Coaches to provide luxury coach transfers for all our tours. We take pride in our standards and we are looking forward to rolling out signature Waterford Camino experiences in the city and county in the months and years ahead.

As I write, we’ve just received confirmation of our first American group booking for May of this year. After all the hard yards, we can begin to see the pathway ahead open up before us. I guess you can only do so much. Give it your all and trust the universe to deliver the rest! Life does not always listen to your logic. Guess there is a higher order running the show.

Dr. Phil Brennan and his wife Elaine invite you to share in one of their specially tailored Caminos through Waterford County during 2019. The Waterford Camino experience blends walks/cycles, motivational talks and music. For further information, stay tuned to waterfordcamino.com or email Phil and Elaine directly at info@waterfordcamino.com

Phil Brennan

Posted on February 26, 2019

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Bridge Over Troubled Water

“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life.
Be the light that helps others see: it is what gives life its deepest significance.”
(Roy Bennett)

I will never forget the day. Smoke billowed from the smouldering ruins with savage intent. Screams rose from the mire shrouded in crimson ashes that fell from the sky. We looked on aghast through the lens on the bridge, silent witnesses to an atrocity that defied all reason. Something had happened on our island that would tinge the landscape for evermore. All had changed, changed utterly. From here, there could be no going back.

August 15th, 1998, Omagh will always be synonymous with the worst terrorist attack that visited Northern Ireland during the troubles. I, like so many others, watched in disbelief when the images flashed up on the screen that Saturday evening; me chasing the dream hand in a card game in our family pub, the ’64’, in Gorey and they, blood-soaked and bewildered, cradling each other beneath the haze. Nothing was said in ’64’ as the reel rolled yet an unspoken truth connected us at the rawest of levels to the grief of a people we had never met before.

On the walk home that evening, my gaze was drawn to the lengthening shadows of the trees as they bowed in quiet homage to the setting sun. I know now what I sensed then; a line had been crossed. No ideology, no cause, could justify the killing of so many women, men, children, including a mother of unborn twins, and leave the living with wounds that would never heal. 31 lives lost in an instant – for what?… Against the darkening skies, the light of the distant stars became more visible. Against the brutality of this car bomb, the stoic dignity of a people shone like a beacon to guide me home.

15 year old Claire Gallagher had arranged to meet friends in Omagh that day. Their weekly ritual of catching up on the latest gossip over coffee was interrupted by the piercing wail of sirens outside. Police were alerted to live explosives in a car near the Court House at the upper end of the town. People were urged to move to a hastily erected security cordon on the lower Main Street until the threat had passed. Hoax or not, the call had to be taken seriously. The warning was designed to mislead, to draw people to the very place where the bomb was concealed – young and old alike moved in unison to their unknown fate. An eerie silence descended upon deserted streets as Claire and her friends left the sanctuary of the café behind.

Warnings of this kind were routine in the Province that summer. It was the inconvenience, more than any impending danger, that bothered people the most. Prime time Saturday afternoon, this disruption needed to pass, and quickly, so that everyone could get on with their day. Shop assistants, day trippers, locals and visitors alike, even Spanish students visiting the town with their host families from Donegal – all corralled into this one space under the reassuring glow of the afternoon sun. Claire was standing with her friends, chatting away, oblivious to the 500 lb bomb in a small, red Vauxhall Cavalier just metres away. 3.10pm the bomb exploded. Time stood still.

2 decades on, Claire is married to Ryan Bowes and they have 2 boys, Oran and Conor, and a daughter Cara. Within months of the bomb, she was back in school completing her O level exams on the way to realising her childhood dream of becoming a piano teacher. By her early 30s, she had opened her own Music Academy in Omagh – inspiring her students with her infectious positivity and unwavering belief in each one of them. What makes Claire’s story all the more remarkable is that she has achieved all this without sight. In Claire’s world, there are no limits. No explosion would define her future. She would!

The shrapnel sprayed through the air with merciless abandon. There was no order. Some walked away; others not so lucky. Little did Claire know that from that moment on she would never see again. It could be easy for her to feel sorry for herself; to long for just one glimpse of her three beautiful kids, to miss seeing the radiant faces of the children she tutored as they played the piano scales solo for the first time, to want to revel in the colours of the fragrant flowers or her favourite dress, to need to see the face of the man she loves. I’m sure there are times she feels it. Yet, her warm smile beams knowingly at all that happens around her; her antennae finely tuned – her coordinates undimmed.

March 1999, Claire came to Waterford to accept the St. Angela’s International Peace and Justice Award. There she was, sitting alongside Phil Coulter, playing Danny Boy on a grand piano mesmerising the large gathering of students and parents. Each note floated with haunting simplicity to a place only she could see. We had become private spectators to a courage mustered from somewhere deep within. We all felt it. Not a word was spoken. We wrapped up the evening with a wee surprise for our special guest – a poignant rendering of ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water’ with our own Folk Group in the school joined through the airwaves on one giant screen by Claire’s classmates from their Music Room, Loreto, Omagh. Two choirs, miles apart, soared in fragile hope to signal a new dawn. A spark had been lit!

Little did we know that what started that night 20 years ago would grow into what we now have today. Claire asked me to promise the link would continue and I owed it her to do make sure it would. Within a decade, we’d be singing at her wedding. The origins of the choir are etched deeply into our sound. Together our voices and our harmonies rise as one to reveal how difference and discord can give way to something greater. Over time, the choir evolved to include members from Gorey, Dublin, Belfast, Midleton, Kilkenny and Tullow to become the Island of Ireland Peace Choir. Each of the 40 voices in the choir, each person in the choir, each harmony line, no matter how diverse, has its rightful place. Our song and our story exist side by side.

Over the past few years, we have performed throughout Ireland, most notably on the infamous steps of Northern Ireland’s Government Buildings, Stormont and in The Odyssey Arena, Belfast. We’ve had the honour of singing the anthems in the Aviva Stadium, Dublin at soccer internationals and opened the 1916 commemorations in the Garden of Remembrance in Dublin. The choir travelled to Sri Lanka in 2008 to sing in the Children’s Homes that we had raised funds for in the wake of the 2004 Indian Ocean tsunami. We visited Messines, Belgium in 2014 to mark the 100th anniversary of the ‘Christmas Peace Truce’ and more recently did a series of concerts in Krakow in 2017 in line with our commitment to bring our message of peace to places synonymous with persecution. Yet it is the smaller events that define us as a choir. Our origins lie in Omagh, our inspiration; Claire.

Kate O’ Neill from Avondale, Waterford, now living in Perth Australia, recalls one vivid memory from her 10 years in the choir. “It was a Sunday morning in Sri Lanka and the choir had come together to sing for the locals in a Church in Matara. Looking into the crowd I couldn’t but imagine what these people had been subjected to in the 2004 Tsunami. Many lost loved ones, some who were never found. Yet this morning there was what could only be described as a calmness in the church. People smiled as we sang, and it was then I realised that the sound we created was more than just a sound; it was a message and we all felt it… 10 years on and almost 10,000 miles away from home the Peace Choir holds a special place in my heart. Not only did I make wonderful friends and memories, it has helped shape the person I am today.”

John Kelly, from Omagh, recalls enduring memories from his days in the choir. “In the years following our Sri Lanka trip, the then Waterford-Omagh Peace Choir travelled the length and breadth of Ireland, from the steps of Stormont, to Tall Ships on the River Suir, to rain soaked steps outside Waterford Crystal during Thomas Francis Meagher weekends, to community churches on the peace walls just off the Shankill Road in West Belfast. All of us who remain involved to this day often talk about the Peace Choir being a “constant” even in our busy adult lives. It’s not always easy to take the time out to drive 8 hours in one weekend, often in one day, for a workshop or a concert, but when we do, we are immediately reminded why we do just that; the harmonies click, the dynamics ebb and flow and we feel, just for those few hours, that we have “come home”. Here’s to the next 20 years…”

Carmel Doyle from Tullow, Co. Carlow reflects on the distinctive sound of the choir and what it is that makes the choir unique. “The choir sings with a soft, beautiful tone, heavenly harmonies that I really fell for when I heard them for the first time five short years ago. Our workshops and concerts give me the chance to escape, to leave behind the normal worries all of us carry. We know how to enjoy ourselves too and the time to chill and mingle is always important. We are strong in our love of the music and our commitment to the choir. I am very lucky to be among its number. Long may the choir continue to be force for good – like a symphony played by the passing parade, it’s the music of life.”

Sarah Bates captures what it is that draws her to the choir. “Edmund Rice Centre – Taizé on the first Friday of every month. The chapel is in darkness except for the light of the candles and the moon. Our voices flow from the silence in harmony, lolling ourselves and all present into a meditative state. The Peace Choir is my musical and spiritual anchor. In a world where I can get lost in the busyness of work, study, living… the peace choir provides me with monthly opportunities to get back in touch with my voice, with the music within me, and simply, to sing. It brings out the best in me. It challenges me greatly and has taught me I can face my fears, sit with my fears, and overcome my fears to sing another day. I am grateful and privileged to belong to this choir, to this community which represents hope and peace.”

Claire. Our last words reach out to you. You have brought us together. Your light shows us the way. Thank you.

“Walk on, walk on
What you got they can’t steal it
No, they can’t even feel it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight.”
(‘Walk On’, U2)

Dr. Phil Brennan is founder and musical director of the Island of Ireland Peace Choir. This March, the choir will celebrate their 20th anniversary.

Special thanks to Kate O’ Neill, John Kelly, Carmel Doyle and Sarah Bates for their contribution to this blog and to all members of the choir, present and past, for the many great memories and the amazing friendships. To Elaine, for selecting the images and photos to go with this and for being a true companion for all of us in the choir over the years. We’d like to express our deepest gratitude too to Drew and Linda Hamilton, Omagh, and to the Edmund Rice Brothers, Waterford for being with us every step of the way.

Phil and his wife Elaine invite you to share in one of their specially tailored Caminos through Waterford County during 2019. The Waterford Camino experience blends walks/cycles, motivational talks and music.

For further information, check out our website on waterfordcamino.com or email directly at info@waterfordcamino.com

Phil Brennan

Posted on January 5, 2019

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Time for what matters

This time of year, we hear a lot about resolutions. Diets, treadmills, nutrition… it’s frenzied. The gyms are shaking to excess with the new recruits each January brings. We become fixated. If you’re not on the ‘bang’, somehow you feel left behind. I use the gym, place a value on personal fitness but veer towards the casual chats among my fellow Olympians than the rigours of pounding in rhythm with the cross trainer. Resolutions are good but prioritising what is of real value is more important.

It is good to take stock on occasion, to learn from what has gone before and map out internally what really matters to you. This first step – choosing a goal and sticking to it – can transform the course of what is to come. To stare into the unknown brings us face to face with our own deepest fears and insecurities. Yet it is here, when all that once defined us is gone, that we come to know ourselves. Have your compass points to guide you and do not look back. When you set realistic goals and set sail toward new horizons, you are engaging in a hugely creative act.

We in Waterford Camino Tours have been charting our course and anticipating how best to safely navigate the waters ahead. Our journey to date has been an adventure to say the least. We’ve shared the path with many great people, chosen a team we know we can work with and identified core strategies that will keep us tracking in the right direction. It’s not always easy. But the hard lessons often point us towards where we’re meant to be. The start of a new year is an ideal time to reconfigure your coordinates, narrow life down to the core essentials and let go of the rest.

We’ve come to realise that what matters most in an ever changing world is staying true to yourself. The tourism landscape is constantly evolving. It is possible to read the signs, adapt where necessary, yet remain true to your own guiding principles. You do not have to sell out to the world or compromise what really matters to you to succeed. People can pull you where you do not need to be. The inner voice is the one worth listening to. Trust your deepest instincts and then build your plans around people you know you can rely on. Doors will open in ways you least expect. You’ve got to believe!

Waterford Camino Tours is widening our reach going into 2019 and blending a series of iconic trails in Ireland into the range of options that we are offering to our visitors. Waterford will always be our base but this coming season will see us add stunning trails and cycles in Glendalough and Gougane Barra to our existing tours. Moving outside of Waterford is an exciting new departure for us. We are building slowly and carefully, step by step, and putting a value on what is of real importance to us as we go along. The formula is simple. Do things right, do them well. Slowly does it!

Waterford offers a tapestry of memorable experiences all woven into one; water cascading down the rocks from the Mahon Falls, the warm embrace of light as we leave the dimmed enchantment of the Durrow Tunnel behind on the Waterford Greenway, flowers daring to show their face across the sun-drenched headland of Dunmore East, the shimmering glow of the ocean as the sun sets on the Copper Coast… all stir something in us and connect us to the wonders of the universe in an unforgettable way.

What makes our Camino different is that we do not rush the journey. We take our time. Those who like to walk less or more can do so. It’s not about marching feverishly towards our destination. The steps in between matter! We stride to a new beat on Camino. Life can become so frantic, we can easily whiz by the smaller, often incidental, moments that make each day worth living. Stillness soothes the fretful stirrings of the mind and opens our pores to what might otherwise pass us by.

When you arrive at the Mahon Falls high up the Comeragh Mountains, you feel you’re on hallowed ground, a cathedral of stillness carved out of rock that dates back over 300 million years. It is good to slow down, soak in the vast kaleidoscope of contour and colour that opens up before us from the Falls to the sea beyond. We become miniscule spectators to something timeless in this mystical amphitheatre beneath the skies.

It is so good to be adding Glendalough to our Camino options for the coming season. It feels right. This place is a sacred space, captivating in its beauty and in its serenity. When you take the trail around the lakes, you sense you are walking in the steps of our spiritual ancestors. In the 6th Century on the lake shore, a Christian hermit named Kevin established a small monastic settlement. The ruins of this spiritual city still remain, with a magnificent round tower, a beautiful 11th Century stone church and the high cross which is over a thousand years old.

Glendalough has a mesmeric way of drawing us beyond the noise and confusions of life and easing our cadence to a gentle stroll. Peace rolls through these vales and time here lulls us almost unknowingly to somewhere deep within. This place re-charges the spirit and awakens us to something new. The universe has its own peculiar way of reminding us of what really matters. In Glendalough, the pulse slows right down and we begin to sense that we are not alone.

Gougane Barra too has its own magical allure. When you arrive, you are met with the natural beauty of the hills which tower over Gougane Barra Lake and the renowned St. Finbarr’s oratory nestled in the heart of this idyllic valley. Just behind the oratory are the remains of St. Finbarr’s monastery from the 6th Century, with beautiful old stations of the cross above the ancient prayer cells. As dawn rises to a chorus of birdsong, the sacred and the universe merge as one in perfect harmony.

During Penal Times, when public shows of devotion were forbidden, people made their way to Gougane Barra and gathered secretly around selected mass rocks that are the source of great reverence for pilgrims to this day. Walks here can vary in length and each provide a unique vantage point to survey the glen below and the great mountain wall that encloses it. We become temporary voyagers in a timeless odyssey, enveloped between what has passed and what is yet to come.

Camino trails in Waterford also connect to our rich Irish spiritual heritage. Visitors on our Camino will have time to walk a little of St. Declan’s Way, the ancient path that runs from the Rock of Cashel in Tipperary to the Cliffs of Ardmore in Waterford which dates back to the 5th Century. Along the way, ancient roads, ruined churches, monuments and follies abound, the secrets of our ancestors locked in their stones. Here on pathways trodden by millions over the centuries, pilgrims, traders, rogues, warriors and adventurers, we literally walk on the steps of those who have gone before.

Take good care of you as you blaze your own trail over the coming year. Life does not stand still. It passes quickly. Seize this moment! Venture out into new frontiers, through pathways unknown, and enjoy all that the journey reveals along the way. I’ll leave the last words to the Indian mystic Tagore; “I have spent my day’s stringing and un-stringing my instrument, while the song I came to sing remains unsung.” Dare to take that first step. Dare to sing your song!

Dr. Phil Brennan and his wife Elaine invite you to share in one of their specially tailored Caminos through Waterford County during 2019. The Waterford Camino experience blends walks/cycles, motivational talks and music. We will be adding the new Camino experiences mentioned above to our website over the coming week.

For further information, stay tuned to waterfordcamino.com or email Phil and Elaine directly at info@waterfordcamino.com

Phil Brennan

Posted on December 19, 2018

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‘Silent Night – 200 years on’

“My father played the melodeon
Outside at our gate;
There were stars in the morning east
And they danced to his music”
(‘A Christmas Childhood’, Patrick Kavanagh)

Christmas carols have the power to trigger memories buried in the archives of our past. The simplest of carols can stir something deep within. I’ve seen an elderly woman in a coma in a nursing home momentarily re-awaken and join us in song, noticed hardened men drawn to a space they thought they had left behind, viewed children transported on a musical odyssey back to the manger in Bethlehem, watched a homeless woman cradle the infant child drawing strength from within even in the bleak mid-winter.

Christmas time has its own magical allure. The lights, the gifts, the music, the myriad of sporting spectacles beamed live to our sitting rooms, the gatherings among family and friends, the scent of the turkey roasting in the oven, the frenzied shopping, the carnival atmosphere in town; all combine to create something wonderfully festive that eases us almost unknowingly through the dreariness of the Irish winter.

Beneath the layers of tinsel and chimes, lies the age-old story that gives meaning to it all. The star still shines, oft’ hidden and unnoticed, mystical, enduring, casting its unique aura across the universe, its glow only observable to the curious eye. The glimmering light draws us back to source, to where it all began.

Christmas without ‘Silent Night’ would feel incomplete. The poignant lilt of the harmonies woven through the haunting simplicity of the melody carries us on the deepest of journeys to a space within. It lingers long after the last note is sung. We awaken to the aching realisation that we are not alone… that our story is part of something timeless. In the moment, we are nudged into the mystery of it all.

The origin of ‘Silent Night’ is worth remembering. In 1818, a roving band of actors was performing in towns throughout the Austrian Alps. On December 23rd, they arrived at Oberndorf, a village near Salzburg, where they were to re-enact the story of Christ’s birth in the small Church of St. Nicholas. Given that the church organ was out of commission and would not be repaired before Christmas, the actors decided to present their version of the Christmas story in a private home.

One of audience, assistant pastor Josef Mohr, was inspired to reflect anew on the meaning of Christmas. Instead of walking straight to his house that night, Mohr took a longer way home. His fateful Camino took him up over a hill overlooking the village. He stopped to survey the peaceful, snow-drenched citadel of light below. Reveling in the majestic silence of the wintry night, Mohr gazed down at the glowing Christmas card-like scene. Time past and present froze in creative fusion. He intuitively adapted a poem he had written years previously to the play he had just seen.

Mohr enlisted the help of his friend, church organist Franz Xaver Gruber, to compose a musical setting for the poem that could sound well even without the church organ. Within hours they both sung ‘Stille Nacht’ at their Christmas Eve service before the small congregation in Oberndorf with the accompaniment of a guitar. It was beautifully understated, magical.

Christmas 1914 on the battlefields of Messines brings us face to face with the power of this simple carol. Picture the scene. Young men and boys sunk in the blemished mud of Flemish and French trenches, ears reverberating to the terrifying sounds of shells exploding before them with a deafening defiance – scarcely imaginable to spectators from afar. Germans on one side; the French, British and Irish on the other. Between them, ‘no man’s land’ littered with the spoils of war, a sordid premonition of the fate in store for up to 13,000 soldiers a day.

Yet, amidst the chaos, hope simmered fleetingly on the horizon. The German soldiers were sent Christmas trees from home and placed them above their trenches, numbing the oppressive doom that enveloped them. A strange confluence of dark and light rose from the shadowy mire. The luminous trail extended for miles, a seamless halo from afar that transfigured the wretched landscape. The soldiers were moved. They remembered their loved ones back home.

They momentarily forgot where they were. And then the German tenor sang ‘Stille Nacht’. Soldiers from both sides fearlessly opted to leave the relative sanctuary of the trenches and embraced their ‘foe’ as their own. Stories were told, cigarettes smoked, brandy consumed, even a football match was played. Once hostile voices merged as one in common humanity.

A young British soldier, Albert Moren, near La Chapelle D’Armentieres, France, recalled: “It was a beautiful moonlit night, frost on the gound, white almost everywhere; and… there was a lot of commotion in the German trenches and then there were those lights – I don’t know what they were. And then they sang ‘Stille Nacht’ – ‘Silent Night’. I shall never forget it. It was one of the highlights of my life.”

Against the bleakest of backdrops, a spark was lit and the shroud lifted. Humanity had become participants in the nativity story 1914 years on revealing the face of the infant Jesus to the world. Their song lingers on in the stillness of a darkened night. Hidden in the silhouette, their hushed murmurings can still be heard. The men of 1914 did not just remember the first Christmas; they lived out its meaning.

British historian, Piers Brendon, described the miracle of the Christmas Truce as “the most extraordinary celebration of Christmas since those notable goings-on in Bethlehem – a moment of humanity in the midst of carnage.”

I was privileged to travel to Messines in December 2014 with ‘The Island of Ireland Peace Choir’ to pay homage in song to the young men of the Christmas Truce on the 100th anniversary. It was deeply humbling to see the graves of two Irishmen side by side in one of the tiny cemeteries scattered across the furrowed fields. On one headstone: 24th of December 1914, Private Delaney; on the other, 29th of December 1914, Private Murphy. In between… the Christmas Truce. We remembered in silence and in song.

One person made a deep impression on all of us privileged to meet her. Marie -Therese’s home overlooks the site of the Christmas Truce and for the previous 80 plus years of her life has welcomed visitors with tea and cakes as a token of her appreciation of the journeys they had made. She knew the significance of all that had happened on this hallowed land not too many years before she was born and understood the need to remember. Marie-Therese beamed with delight when we sang ‘Danny Boy’ for her on a pathway alongside her home. Her smile touched us all. She radiated warmth of a precious kind. Their spirit lives on through her.

At the end of our concert that evening, we chose to give our Waterford Crystal vase to Marie-Therese, and not to the local dignitaries, much to the delight of almost everyone in the audience. We could see in her beautiful simplicity, in her resilient smile, in her resolute kindness proof of the power of human goodness to triumph even in those very situations that threaten its existence. Maybe, therein lies the message of Christmas.

Last Christmas, the ‘Island of Ireland Peace Choir’ performed this version of ‘Silent Night’ in St. Patrick’s Cathedral, Dublin. Hope you enjoy it. Elaine and myself would like to wish you all a peaceful and happy Christmas and everything you hope for in 2019.

“And the light shining from that star will show you who you are
And His light, shining with its might, will lead you through your darkest night.”
(‘The Star’, Kathy Mattea)

Dr. Phil Brennan is Founder and Musical Director of the ‘Island of Ireland Peace Choir’. Phil and Elaine invite you to share in one of their specially tailored Caminos through Waterford County during 2019. The Waterford Camino experience blends walks/cycles, spiritual reflection and music.

A video of the “Island of Ireland Peace Choir” performing in St. Patrick’s Cathedral, Dublin, can be found by clicking the link HERE.

For further information, check out our website on waterfordcamino.com or email directly at philbrennanjnr@googlemail.com

Phil Brennan

Posted on November 15, 2018

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“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step”

“How strange that the nature of life is change, yet the nature of human beings is to resist change. And how ironic that the difficult times we fear might ruin us are the very ones that can break us open and help us to blossom into who we were meant to be.” (Elizabeth Kubler-Ross)

The road less travelled can never be mapped out in advance. You cannot be sure what awaits as you make your way no matter how clear your coordinates. Yet it’s strangely liberating to come off the beaten track and feel the crisp sound of freshly fallen leaves beneath your feet. Your steps become more measured, your antennae more finely tuned. The habitual can dim the senses. The circuitous route often leads us to where we are meant to be.

Early morning by the river lulls us unknowingly beyond the fretful stir of the city. Here, 6 kilometers down the Waterford Greenway, the cadence slows down in unspoken harmony with the tranquil stillness of the Suir. All around you can see signs of what has gone before… the old railway line, Viking ruins shielded beneath its grassy vault, the graceful foliage of Mount Congreve Gardens 300 years on, the desolate ruins of an old watch tower desecrated by Cromwell and his troops in times gone by. We become temporary voyagers in a timeless odyssey. 

In the silence, you can feel the spirit of those who have gone before. Beneath the mossy banks lies a sign that reads: “Here is the place where the fishermen stopped to have a cup of tea before they made their way to Ballygorey.” Their faint murmurings can still be heard. The moorings too, almost camouflaged in their green overgrowth, remind us of a time when farmers loaded their livestock onto the awaiting barges to sail with the tide into the city 4 miles downstream. Their work was done along the quays, maybe a drink or two consumed to mark the sale, before the turning tide would bring them safely home again. Humanity and nature – in perfect sync!

The Dunmore East Cliff Walk is perched above the village in silent homage to those who have passed this way for centuries. 200 years ago, young men from neighbouring Portally, Ballymacaw and Rathmoylan walked this very path to excavate boulders of rock from the cliff below as they sculpted the harbour we have today. Here, on the new footbridge beneath the cliff, we come face to face with curious remnants of a bygone time; footsteps, railings, carved rock – the railway line from the cliff to the harbour has all but disappeared. It’s good to pause on occasion and listen. Faint strains echo through the citadel of stone to calm the stirrings of the passer by.

No one person embodies the history of a place more than Tom O’ Mahony. 36 km down the Waterford Greenway, O’ Mahony’s pub defies the gravitational pull of modernity. Tom’s casual, languid style is in keeping with his quaint surrounds. Here in this hallowed place untouched by time, we sense we are at home. Pictures of another age adorn the walls, like speckled reels on a film, drawing us beyond the world we once knew. A cuppa does not come easily around here. Tom rings inside to the kitchen and his wife Helen will arrive out minutes later with tea/coffee/biscuits on separate trays for each of our visitors. Wouldn’t change it for the world!

Tom and his wife have resisted the advancements of today for age old decency, hospitality and kindness. The Greenway has seen the former railway line outside his door reverberate to the beat of times passed. Fair days of old are the stuff of lore around here. Carriages thronged with livestock would depart early morning from Durrow Station on a Monday and Thursday and by evening tired and thirsty men would retreat homewards. Time with Tom over “a pint and a half one” brought ceremonial closure to the sales of the day. Nostalgia falls gently in these places. In a world that makes you push for more, this man is simply happy with what he’s got.

Unscripted events make life worth living – moments that happen in ways we least expect. When we venture outside our normal frontiers, we tend to meet people who help us to see more clearly. Brendan Glody is one such man. Brendan leads our boat trips out from the harbour in Dunmore East along the coast. The kettle is always ready to boil as we board the ‘Keltoi Warrior’. We’d have our cuppa and listen to the waves lapping against the brow of the boat oblivious to the world beyond our immediate gaze. Time with Brendan is precious time!

On a recent boat trip, we anchored at the isle for a while in the relative calm of the Bay. Brendan regaled our visitors with fishing stories of old and recalled a particular night off the West Coast when his own boat sank and he and his mate had only a raft to cling to. Their fate depended on one flair they had salvaged from the sinking ship. At the very moment they released it to the sky, a fisherman 3 miles away took a breather from sorting his catch and spotted the red hue shoot across the darkened canvas. It was written in the stars!

Asked by one of the group how he felt as he and his mate drifted perilously for hours that evening, Brendan’s response was revealing. “I’d have liked a bit more time to say goodbye. All that flashes through your mind are those you love most – your family. The rest doesn’t matter. Then, without even thinking about it, a kinda peace came over me. That was it really. I was ready.” Little did Brendan know that the person who asked the question had herself lost her husband tragically in an air accident in the Blackstairs Mountains only 2 years ago. His story was reassuring beyond words.

Leaving the sanctuary of the harbour brings with it considerable risk. To navigate the stormy seas you have to trust your deepest instinct, your gut, and simply hang in there when the tide turns. You know you’re going to be tossed about a bit as you wade your way through the turbulence, but you’ll find the reserves within when you need them most. Only when we’re tested do we realise what we’re made of.

I’ve been following the story of former 2fm and Lyric fm presenter Gareth O’ Callaghan with real interest in recent months. Gareth has been diagnosed with Multiple System Atrophy, a rare debilitating illness that can cause rapid degeneration of muscle tissue. Reflecting on an agonising muscle spasm that he had to contend with the previous night, Gareth had this to say in one of his regular posts:

“I suppose in that moment of unfamiliarity in the darkness last night at 4am, I found a different strength… coming from somewhere within. I was experiencing a challenge that was being thrown at me that I had no choice but to face head on… Fear focuses you to be nothing other than what and who you truly are so that you can pass through this terrifying experience; and in its aftermath to feel the newborn layer of strength and resilience that grows deep within you.”

Gareth’s waning sinews have not crippled his spirit. He lives by a simple mantra – connect within and the world becomes brighter. He lights the way for all of us.

Each one of us have a song to sing in the wider symphony of the universe. We may be miniscule in the greater scheme of things, but what we do with our lives here and now does matter. Courage is not the absence of fear but a willingness to walk through fear in the pursuit of something better. Life is fleeting. Seize the moment, take that first step off the beaten track, lest it pass you by.

* Title quote by Lao Tzu

Dr. Phil Brennan and his wife Elaine invite you to share in one of their specially tailored Caminos through Waterford County during 2019. The Waterford Camino experience blends walks/cycles, motivational talks and music.

For further information, check out our website on waterfordcamino.com or email directly at info@waterfordcamino.com

Phil Brennan

Posted on October 16, 2018

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Through the Storm

“What will matter is not what you bought but what you built, not what you got but what you gave… What will matter is not success but significance. What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.” (Michael Josephson)

I can still see her face as she gazed adoringly at her 4 year old child. There were tears in her eyes betraying a silent torment that she had endured for years. Her son had been bravely battling cancer and the latest tests were encouraging. Love and pain merged beautifully to light up a once darkened room. Hope soared with fragile ease from her world to ours. We were drawn unconsciously to her every move, private spectators to a courage that stirred us to the core.

We had been singing at ‘Light it up Gold’ for The Childhood Cancer Foundation. The children played with pure abandon oblivious almost to the fuss around them. Laughter and song rippled out with stoic resolve into the awaiting arms of their loved ones. The lens of time had narrowed down to this one precious moment. I tried in vain to understand what their parents were going through. Their kind of love was summoned from somewhere deep inside, their bravery humbling.

We see it every day, ordinary people dealing with crushing blows in life but somehow finding the strength to wade their way through the storm. These people reveal something about each one of us. We humans are more than what the outward eye can see. It is what is on the inside that defines who we really are. Suffering drives us deeper to unearth hidden reserves we never knew existed. Gold refined by fire has a tenacity to match its glow.

I came across a true story recently that inspires on so many levels. 300 years ago, the Burmese army planned an attack to invade Siam (Thailand). The Siamese monks were in possession of the most amazing Buddha statue; 10 feet tall, in excess of 2.5 tons in weight and made of solid gold valued today around 200 million euro. Like those who passed before them, these monks viewed themselves as temporary custodians to a timeless treasure that would endure to the last. Given the monetary value of the statue, they knew the army would desecrate it and reap its spoils for themselves. They decided to cover the Buddha in 12 inches of clay to camouflage its true worth.

When the Burmese army arrived, all the monks were slaughtered. Everything was in ruins but the clay Buddha stood resolute having escaped the clutches of the unsuspecting pillagers. There it remained for centuries with its golden core hidden from generations of monks and visitors beneath its furtive disguise. In the mid 1950s, almost 250 years later, the monastery was to be re-located to make room for a highway. The monks arranged for a crane to come to move the clay Buddha to their new residence. To their surprise, the crane began to crack with the weight so they waited for a day for more powerful equipment. They covered it with plastic sheets to protect it from the oncoming monsoon rains.

That night, the head monk went out to check if their sacred statue was still standing. He was worried that the crane would have shaken the clay Buddha to the point of collapse and feared it would not survive the storm. When the light of his torch shone into the crack of the clay, he saw a glimmer… a reflection of something underneath the cloud of clay. He started to carefully carve away the shards of clay to find the glimmer grew brighter.

He rushed indoors to call the monks from their slumber. Together they chiselled with painful precision, inch by inch, until all was revealed. They marvelled in disbelief at the gleaming gold sculpture before their eyes. The statue was re-located to Bangkok where it resides in the Temple of the Golden Buddha. Every year, millions visit to worship at his feet. And to think it may never have been discovered.

“The purpose of life is to remove the layers so that more of the gold within us can shine and see the light of day. And the exciting thing is that every act of courage, every act of goodness will have an immediate pay off for you. Each time you do what you know is the right thing and follow your truth rather than the dictates of the crowd, a little more of the mud covering up who your truly are begins to fall. Each time you act with love rather than fear you become more of who you were meant to be. Every time you reach for your dreams, you begin to play your highest game and reach out towards your destiny” (Robin Sharma)

The modern world is consumed by how things appear on the outside. It is hard to resist the lure of the latest digital advancements or fashion accessories that flash up on our screens each evening. The transient glimmer fades fast in light of what tomorrow will bring. iPhone change from 6 to 7 at the speed of knots as the old gives way to new within months. The ground shifts in silent collusion with the prevailing winds. We drift trance-like from one conquest to the next searching for the Holy Grail that lies agonisingly beyond our grasp. Meanwhile the inner world goes unnoticed hidden beneath the trappings.

The problem with external power is that it is fleeting: when you lose the money, position and possessions, you lose the power. If you have tied your identity to those things, you will also lose a sense of who you are when they fall away. Life tends to draw us all back to source – to the power that comes from within. Faint whispers echo through the inner vault and we are reminded that we are part of something greater than ourselves.

Ten years ago, I saw things a little differently to how I do today. I lived life in the fast lane, taking on one challenge after another and rarely slowing down to find my bearings for life beyond business. Once on the treadmill, I moved at pace in feverish pursuit of my latest goal, running, running… running to standstill. My plan was to build a 7-Screen Cinema in my hometown of Gorey, sell it on to an operator and then turn my attention to developing the surrounding site into a very modern leisure amenity for the town. Everything was on track… well so I thought.

A turbulent economic storm loomed on the horizon, almost unannounced. I could see the signs and desperately tried to sell before it wreaked its havoc. Within months, my site had devalued by over 5 million euro and I was left stranded with crippling debts that I could not sustain. I was powerless to withstand the torrent and felt buffeted about by life forces beyond my control. Everything I lived for at that time was being obliterated before my eyes. Not for the first time in life I had to ‘dig deep’. Not for the first time, I struggled to hold it together.

The next few years were a nightmare; dealing with the banks, selling the cinema to an operator who dragged out the retention fees on the build for 4 years in the hope that I’d be bankrupt and he wouldn’t have to pay, and ultimately parting with my own home in Waterford so that I could clear my debt and move on with my life. I could lie and pretend I found a strength from day one. I didn’t. It was a dark time. I was staring into an abyss from which there seemed no return. I slowly picked up the pieces.

“And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life. Failure gave me an inner security that I had never attained by passing examinations. Failure taught me things about myself that I could have learned no other way… The knowledge that you have emerged wiser and stronger from setbacks means that you are, ever after, secure in your ability to survive. You will never truly know yourself, or the strength of your relationships, until both have been tested by adversity” (J. K. Rowling, prolific author in her Harvard commencement speech 2008)

Good friends became priceless to me. More than anything, they kept believing in me even when I was inclined to doubt. I remember one such friend, Helen, telling me after a tennis match “you know you should go back to college and do a PhD. If I could do it, you can.” I laughed and didn’t for a second believe that I would. I still look back with incredulity wondering how I did it. I’ve learned to build my life around people who are genuine and true and to let go of the rest. The key is to try to give back a little of what you have received. The formula is simple really but you have to push yourself beyond your comfort zone to make it happen.

Above all, I guess I learned to slow the pace right down on occasion and connect to something deeper. Tramore became my haven; swimming in the Guillamene, walking around the sand dunes, looking out across the bay from the Doneraile – with a true companion by my side. Waves rolled into shore from the seas beyond stilling the spirit of the silent listener. The spark within was lit by all that was around me. From here there was no turning back.

“Starting today, learn more, laugh more and do what you truly love to do. Do not be denied your destiny. For what lies behind you and what lies in front of you matters little when compared to what lies in you.” (Robin Sharma)

Dr. Phil Brennan and his wife Elaine invite you to share in one of their specially tailored Caminos through Waterford County during 2019. The Waterford Camino experience blends walks/cycles, motivational talks and music.

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Phil Brennan

Posted on September 28, 2018

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Dear Pope Francis

3rd September 2018

Dear Pope Francis,

I am writing to you as someone who is struggling to make sense of it all. Over the past decade, I’ve stepped back a little from the Church and find myself very much on the outside looking in. I’m equally aware of the widening gap between my own spiritual journey and the glaring anomalies of an institution that has betrayed its own people so badly. There are thousands of others like me, still searching, still aspiring to higher ideals, still looking to the universe and discovering something new and magical with each new day. Outside the walls of old, we begin to see more clearly.

Your arrival here stirred the deepest of reactions. You walked among us with real grace; your smile, your humility, your compassion shone like a beacon in the darkness. Many sang a new song in your honour. Yet, for others, your presence was met with stiff resistance as a beleaguered people still struggle to see beyond the savage pain wreaked on all too many at the hands of the church you now preside over. Our experience of church has scarred the collective consciousness of our nation. Most of us, myself included, lie somewhere in the middle, torn between irreconcilable sides, wanting to believe again but feeling totally estranged from a church that has let us all down. I looked at your face. I could sense the pain. You made a promise to act. I believe you will.

Now more than ever Pope Francis I think you need to trust your deepest instincts. In our darkest hour, wediscover something new about ourselves. You know only too well that in those very moments when we’re stripped of what once defined us, we can discover primordial reserves of courage to see us through. The revolution of love you speak of starts out from the innermost point of our being. In the stillness of the night, listen to your heart. A voice cries in the wilderness and draws us back to where we belong. Your people have spoken. Their pain struck the deepest of chords in you. Now is the hour to atone.

You are the one that can lift the lid on a grotesque underworld of abuse that has been systemic in the Catholic Church for decades. The shocking nature of these crimes and the subsequent cover up reveal a church that, up to now, has turned away with such cold indifference. Your time with survivors has brought you face to face with their ongoing, unrelenting torture. The horror of it all is etched deep within all of us; infants buried in septic tanks, countless children stripped of their innocence so savagely, many more exploited by “religious” whose actions make a mockery of everything they claim to believe. Somewhere along the line, the church strayed so far off course that it has now totally lost its bearings. You cannot navigate the tempestuous waters on your own but you can steer the ship back in the right direction.

Too many have suffered. Their interminable hurt can be eased if you deliver on your promise. Nothing will heal their wounds but taking decisive steps to ensure that justice is done is a start. You know this yourself. Your words before Mass in Phoenix Park gave us all a glimpse of your inner turmoil after meeting with survivors. You know those who perpetrated crimes must be held accountible: “We ask forgiveness for the time that as a church we did not show the survivors of whatever kind of abuse compassion, in the seeking of justice and truth and concrete actions.” Your plea for forgiveness, no matter how genuine, only becomes credible if it is matched by a clear resolve to overhaul the system that permitted, and often camouflaged, these crimes in the first place. The truth screams out at us for change. From here there is no turning back.

You will need to confront head on those very forces that have been opposed to your reform from the start. You see Pope Francis, there are some on every level of the clerical ladder who have hidden behind a veneer of piety for years now and have created their own myopic culture of power and self-preservation. They have become a law onto themselves. Whilst there are many good men and women in positions of service in the Church who live out the Gospel they proclaim to the world, others wallow in a cocoon of self-importance with scant regard for anyone but themselves. We all know them. They are the ones who dig in their heels, who discourage creative expression, who dictate from on high, who doggedly resist change. In the meantime, the story of the carpenter from Nazareth has all but slipped from our view and the true identity of the church in the world remains blurred beyond recognition.

Taking on this culture is not going to be easy. You’ve lived with this for some time now. You need to know that you are not alone. You must draw your strength from your people, especially those hidden in the shadows who bring out the very best in all of us. I could see how you came alive among the homeless men, women and children you met in the Capuchin Day Centre for homeless people in Dublin. Their spirit touched something deep in you. You could see in them the truth about humanity in its barest form; what matters most for them is the love of family, keeping the faith no matter how great the adversity, retaining a sense of humour in life against all the odds. You mingled with them, listened to their stories, held their hands, embraced them as your own. Their brokenness and yours merged as one.

In a spontaneous moment, almost hidden from glare of the cameras, you could sense that you were part of something mystical. Here in the hallowed sanctuary of a Homeless Day Centre, your vision of Church was laid bare amidst the fragile hope of a suffering people. The truth had been revealed in the faces before you and it flowed unscripted as you addressed Br. Kevin and his fellow Capuchins: “You have a special understanding of the people and the poor especially. You have the grace of contemplating the wounds of Jesus in those in real need… For you these people are the flesh of Christ. This is your witness and the Church is in need of your witness.” Your words rose beautifully from the mire, sprinkling light across a tinged landscape.

Pope Francis, there is a need for new energies in a church grown weary. It is time to open the shutters and let in some fresh air. People here are no longer waiting on pronouncements from on high. They are seizing the initiative and running with it. A plethora of new ways of being church is opening up before our eyes; Gospel choirs, Taizé vigils, social justice groups, food kitchens for the homeless, care for the earth movements, meditation and mindfulness workshops, sports clubs… the list goes on. Hope is stirring outside the boundaries of old.

If the church is to have a future here, it needs to connect to what is happening outside its walls. People who have languished on the sidelines for too long must be welcomed back centre stage and encouraged to play a leading role in mapping out where we go from here. Women need to be central to this process. To date, their capacity to transform the church has been rendered obsolete in a male-dominated bureaucracy that will not yield. There is a reservoir of creative talent waiting to be tapped. Open the floodgates and let the waters of real change flow. When a once silenced people begin to find their voice, anything is possible. Then the aspiration of a new dawn moves one step closer.

A thought struck me as I walked through Crough Woods at the foot of the Comeragh Mountains here in Waterford at the time of your visit. The silence was beautifully interrupted by the soothing sounds of the Mahon River as it meandered its way from the falls above to the ocean below. I was lulled gently into a reflective space. Shielded in the shade, the sun glimmered in a way I had not noticed before. As the waters flowed by with unwavering purpose, it dawned on me that all that has gone before us does not define us. What is yet to come can complete the story. Nature has a way of guiding us home. Pope Francis, your heart knows the pathway of your destiny. I wish you well on your journey.

Be assured of my thoughts and prayers,

Respect,

Dr. Phil Brennan
(Founder and Musical Director of the Island of Ireland Peace Choir/Author ‘In the hands of the people – a new vision of Church’)

Island of Ireland Peace Choir; www.islandofirelandpeacechoir.com