My heart aches to be walking through the highlands of Scotland...breathing in the salted sea air washing across the craggy shores...looking out upon the land of my spirit on a moon filled night from the stoney window of a castle I have highjacked for the night. . . . I must begin this journey now!
Monday, July 2, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Antrim is Calling
This isn't the exact picture posted by Nancy, but it's close enough. . . .looks like this one was taken in the winter, rather than the spring. . . .but the call to find these trees remains the same.
Life isn't a linear journey, sort of like how the limbs on these trees grow in misshapen haphazard ways. And according to my google search, these trees are in Northern Ireland. . . .in Antrim. So when Nancy's girl's are grown, we are going to backpack our way through Ireland until we find them.
Life isn't a linear journey, sort of like how the limbs on these trees grow in misshapen haphazard ways. And according to my google search, these trees are in Northern Ireland. . . .in Antrim. So when Nancy's girl's are grown, we are going to backpack our way through Ireland until we find them.
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