I have been blessed to have gone to Ireland, TWICE! My first time was in 2002 when I was 17. Even before I got to Ireland, I was enchanted by the view from the plane as we neared land in the very wee hours of the morning; the cities below looked like a lit up constellation map, or jewels carefully sewn into a belly dancer's skirt.It was as if I was in a safe capsule looking out at the Universe. It was light in the sea of darkness around me and it was beautiful.
Ireland is only about the size of New Jersey or West Virginia, but i think Ireland must be like that fable of the man who looked like a normal human, but the entire Universe was inside him.
Ghostly mist caresses the cadence of green hills, which appear painted by an adept, omniscient hand and enduringly roll on for eternal miles, defying the segregating line of North and South. While standing on the Cliffs of Moher, I came to believe that Ireland was actually a piece of Heaven that one of the rebel angels grabbed onto as he fell and that piece landed in the Atlantic ocean and since then has spawned an everlasting battle of beauty and horror.
I came back from Ireland, but I left my heart there.
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