November 6, 2015
Alas, the final Irish installment.
No, I’d never been to this country before.
No, I didn’t know where the roads would lead me.
No, I didn’t intend to turn back.
—Mary Oliver
There is no turning back.
And so we conclude our journey through fair Ireland, with another edition of words [theirs] and images [mine].
Galway
Ireland is where strange tales begin and happy endings are possible. —Charles Haughey
To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, to gain all while you give, to roam the roads of lands remote, to travel is to live. – H.C. Andersen
A city is a language, a repository of possibilities, and walking is the act of speaking that language, of selecting from those possibilities. —Rebecca Solnit
By its nature, the metropolis provides what otherwise could be given only by traveling; namely, the strange. —Jane Jacobs
Killarney National Park
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.—Thoreau
The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness. —John Muir
At the still point, there the dance is. —T.S. Elliot
I wanted the whole world or nothing. —Charles Bukowski
Cliffs of Mohr
The sea lives in every one of us. —Wyland
Our secret beach
Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away. —Sarah Kay
There are no words that can tell the hidden spirit of the wilderness, that can reveal its mystery, its melancholy and its charm. —Theodore Roosevelt
Ballinskelligs Priory
You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live. —Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
Man stands in his own shadow and wonders why it’s dark. – Zen Proverb
It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. – J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone
Cliffs of Kerry
A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born. – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Flight to Arras
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea. – e. e. cummings
Blarney Castle
Tis there’s the stone that whoever kisses
He never misses to grow eloquent;
‘Tis he may clamber to a lady’s chamber,
Or become a member of Parliament.
A noble spouter he’ll sure turn out, or
An out and outer to be let alone;
Don’t try to hinder him, or to bewilder him,
For he is a pilgrim from the Blarney stone.– The Groves of Blarney
The view from the tops of the Castle.
Kissing the Blarney Stone. Sort of.
Baloney is flattery laid on with a trowel. Blarney is flattery laid on with the lips; that is why you have to kiss a stone to get it. – Monsignor Fulton Sheen
Walking down the steps of Blarney Castle after kissing the stone.
Find the beauty in everything, bleed kindness with every breath, and create art out of existence.
The world is only limited by the wonder you choose to see in it. – Becca Lee
Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves. – J.M. Barrie
I am rooted but I flow. – Virginia Woolf
She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world. – Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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