I thought tonight we'd travel. Come with me while I travel around Ireland. The beautiful scenery, the emerald green grass, sheer cliffs dropping to the raging ocean below. This and more is Ireland. The land which holds so much history and emotion. You can feel people from days past whisper in your ear as you walk the land. Feel the vibration of Ireland herself. I can't go to Ireland in life so I will settle for this. My heart yearns to go. My blood screams with the need to go Home. I know more than one past life was spent there. This lifetime I feel as if I'm living in exile, and it hurts. So, I'll let my heart be buoyed through pictures of home...for now.
Doesn't this make you shiver, in a good way? I can almost hear the sound of the water crashing against the rocks. Feel the spray of the water. Taste the salt in the air. The beauty of the Ireland coast is absolutely breathtaking.
The timeless beauty of the Celtic cross. The crosses we see in Ireland today were constructed up until the mid 12th century. They were most often used as boundary markers for places where parishes intersected. Also used as monuments around monasteries, cathedrals and churches. They were not used as gravestones. The newer crosses have become more popular as gravestones starting in the 1850's. The Celtic cross predates Christianity and began appearing as early as the 7th century. I have always loved the beauty of them and have a Celtic cross tat on my arm.
The simple elegance of the Irish house. When I see houses in Ireland, especially ones with a thatched roof, I can see in my mind the family who may have lived there. I watch as they go about their day, hear the laughter, the pounding of children's feet. Seeing the love and closeness they share, leading a simple life. The mother who is stern but loving. Scolding the children while wagging her finger at them, promising dire consequences should they continue to misbehave. The moments she tries to scold them but instead ends up smiling and laughing because the child is too cute to stay mad at. She lovingly slaps his behind as he scurries off giggling. Mom still smiling that mommy smile knowing trouble will find him again before the day is through.My past, my present, my future is Ireland. The one spot on earth which is able to sing to me. Composed of sweet, haunting tunes and wild, feet stomping music. The wind flowing over the land carrying with it the voices of legends past. Strolling through the countryside and glimpsing the elusive Fae. Smiling because I swear I heard tinkling laughter.
This is a small taste of Ireland and all that she is. If you ever go, would you send me pictures? Even a small memento or two is always welcomed. *grins*
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Go on my myspace page and look for my friend Cassi, enter her page and check out her photo albums, there you can travel abroad to so many places as she is in San Sebatian Spain studying for a year. She has pics of Ireland, Germany, Pyrenee's mountains and much much more! Through her i travel all over the place, I'll even send you some of her emails if you want! She really can write about her travels and paint such a pretty picture!
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