Written while gazing out the window of a bus journeying from Northern Ireland, where we have just spent three days, to Galway and Lehinch, on the west coast of Ireland, where we will spend the next ten days. I. Sun glides, glints, gallops across cliffy coast line, shrouding ground in gold, then turns fire- some,ContinueContinue reading “Irish Skies, Soliciting The Soul’s Response”