Turloughmore Mountain Fairy Tree (IV)
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A foreign sound touching ancient Burren ground February Moon listening to a didgeridoo The wind let go opening wide Life’s One sacred soul
How does the world look to ye what does your eyes see what is your reality does it hold a ‘we’ or solely a ‘me’ is there a key to integrity simplicity dignity to Be ? WPC: Juxtaposition
Vote? I’m dreaming once again to have a camera by my side, perhaps this can help me, through your vote, if you find my work worthwhile. It will mean a lot to me, please have a look at: One Life
Mullaghmore a masterpiece of subtle mysteries Calling gently from its ancient core Listen your spirit’s asking permission to soar In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Masterpiece
Time cracked open and gave way to remembrance of a long lost past whispering a true tale of love and friendship between a horse and a child As a steel grey Pegasus he had carried her through the endless dark forest of a lost childhood defeating a secret world
Underneath the Cave of Wild Horses I met once A Burren Horse infinite depth in his eyes beckoning me to stay to be still and listen to what he had to say
It is in the raw elements of natures poetic simplicity I find stillness and infinite inspiration that speaks directly to my heart. I spent a lot of my days walking these mountains… Close up:
In the quiet shadows of dusk May we be humble and still And once again ready ourselves To rise for a new and daring dawn…