Tuesday, June 8, 2004

The way to Ennis

We head down the lane towards the larger road that will lead us to Ennis.

The light in Ireland is different. It is soft and translucent. The sheer glowing greenishness of the surrounding countryside holds you in a moist caress. One does not need sunglasses. The roadway gives way to the fields that stretch towards the horizon. Scattered are low trees that are in full bloom of white flowers. Yellow bushes dot the scenery sometimes in concentrations of a brilliant masterpiece. Violet flowers hang from trees as if ornaments. Lone tulip like red flowers stand alongside the roadway.

Everything is different and everything is magical. Fairies could be hiding in this beauty.

I gaze out the car window and cannot find words to express what I am feeling. Is it possible to be part of a collective consciousness that my ancestry has provided me? I do not feel like a stranger, I do not feel like a visitor.

I feel as if I have come home.

10 comments:

my78novata said...

love this continuing story. Thats neat how the light in is Ireland. Not needing sun glasses  Lori

sistercdr said...

This sounds incredible (in the good way).

mlraminiak said...

By the time you're done telling about your vacation, I'll have to have MY ticket in hand....  Lisa  :-]

krobbie67 said...

Wow, the way you are teling this gave me chills. Sounds mystical! :-) ---Robbie

deabvt said...

Great Pic!   Thanks.
V

knoxhugh said...

i definitely believe in collective consciousness. even as a child the first time i heard loch loman(sp) i had a visceral response, and always delighted in history or tales about celtic peoples. when i researched my name i discovered that knox is a celtic name which means hill - and the first record of that name is a grant of hilly land to a man whose name i believe was also hugh, near loch lomond(sp). i also feel this way hearing references to the tuath de danaan (the magical people)who inhabited pre-history ireland.

wfhbear said...

I must tell you that your descriptions of this trip have me dreaming. You make it all sound so beautiful. Thanks. My Regards, Bill.

chefgracegeorge said...

I've always wanted to travel to Ireland, where my dad's family is from, but have never had the opportunity.  At least I can travel there vicariously through you!
Your stories photos are wonderful, Mary.
I hope you'll be able to return there soon.

slowmotionlife said...

Beautiful.  Both the photo AND your words.  Magical, indeed.  :)

haikulike said...

what SloMo said