morfe wrote:
Wow! You put me in mind of an experience wI had at Slea Head on the Dingle Peninsula, looking out over Blaskett Sound, a day of rain, and then without warning the sun burst through shedding silver verga spanning out from the heaviness, leaving me washed up with the magnificence, gigantic islands pointing to the heavens like green sundials in the atlantic, and the snow-topped mountains (Brandon?) making a dust-mote of me. I returned home 1000 foot tall and the same fathoms deep.
Did the Kelts talk of a 'shining land'?
The above is inspirational writing - just read Fourwinds account of Seefin Hill. Its just past midnight on St Patrick's Day and this englander has been listening to the uilleann pipes and Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh woven with a strand of Cara Dillon at various points throughout the day. My old Mum hails from Longford and the 17th March is one of the most important days of the year to her.
Reading this thread I can hear an ancient Ireland calling, thank you for bringing her songline to life on this forum ..... I'm on my way.
