There Will Be Flowers (I)
At the foot of Mullaghmore, the Burren.
An ordinary day, making coffees when an Angel passed by and suddenly offered me a place of tranquility and solitude for a few nights and days a little while ago, in a castle! Barefooted I swiftly ran up and down the spiralling stairs of what felt like soft stone under
Originally posted on Hanne Thornfeldt Fisker:
Once in 2012 I organised a tour for Østerbro Pigekor; a young women’s choir from Copenhagen with Marlene Lollike as their musical director. It was in truth an extraordinary adventure beyond our imagination. They were singing “Fertile Rock” with Luka Bloom who made the…
… and I was making more coffee’s in my friends artisan bakery and cafe in Liscannor than taking photographs, however even so this was brewing in the background and has now arrived at my doorstep. Delighted! In 2015 and 2016 I journeyed to Edinburgh in Scotland to meet up with
There are times, we know the path Yet dare not walk it. Other times we don’t know the path But walk it anyway. At times there is no path So, we create it, as we walk. And then there are moments beyond time Where the path dissolves And in humble
Will I ever make it? The answer is; to where? And therein lies An infinite beginning Of freedom To fly effortlessly ~