There are two ways to tell winter has arrived, besides the cold winds. The size of the waves and that I have returned to the edge between land and sea of Co. Clare with my camera. It’s been a long time coming. A bit rusty but oh the joy…!
Cliffs of Moher
Winter glow Longer days Are drawing nearer Perhaps too Our inner sight Will become clearer As we transition From dark to light May the mystery of darkness Become a resting place The yin and yang Of our souls Connecting inner and outer space Spinning perspectives On our existence To
Silent presences linger In a white veil of spray Carrying many a tale untold Of a far away yesterday Time passes Much is no more Although a mark remains Deep in the hearts core Words written A last black trace Of moments lived Of new moments to face The
When nowhere to go Lean into the mystery Your inner stronghold ~