Was listening to this song while reading Carol Berg’s the Soul Mirror and it seemed a perfect fit for the mood and the relationship between Dante and… well and everyone really.
Went to Glendalough for a hike this morning. This lone tree always catches my eye. It has red berries, and always seems otherworldly sitting so crookedly beside the waterfall, no other trees nearby.
My Tumblr comrades I present to you Donabate Strand on 9 April, 8pm. The clouds finally part after what feels like 6 months of rain. Beautiful, elegant Dublin, grá mo chroi / love of my heart.
I read way way too many fantasy novels to risk putting my hands on the stones of the Turas Columbkille on my annual visit. I mean I know I probably won’t end up anywhere unexpected, and yet…