An island, Ireland is surrounded by water. Its interior boundaries are defined by its rivers. Its rain is legendary and transformative. Much like the land and the air, the water in Ireland has defined the culture. It’s everywhere . . . . crashing in waves, rushing past, falling gently . . .and most notably, calling you home. We all know… Read More
While the stone walls that frame the countryside in Ireland are solid and grounding, the air in Ireland is unto itself. It is truly a force of nature, as strong and ageless as the land it touches. Pristine. Pure. Here, in the States, I rarely have the urge to simply stand still and breathe. To invite the air to enter… Read More
The other side of the stone wall . . . I’ve decided that most of life’s good things are on the other side of a stone wall. In Ireland. I have always been struck by what the walls represent. What they contain. And the strength and simplicity of them are humbling. Their strength, and security, pull me in. When you… Read More
