Connemara Illuminated (new poetry video) ~ A Love Note from Your Online Abbess
Connemara Illuminated A poem is being scribed this morning across the thick brown bog and over the gashed granite folds of mountain, written in spires of gold descending from the wide bowl of sky across the breathing heather. You have to pause to read it, long enough to hear beneath the relentless moan of wind where centuries of voices have whispered their seeking, feasting, fasting, loving. You know your singular aloneness and your place in a communion of stone and sea. Even as the kestrel’s wings vibrate into the night sending quills into the damp air, even as the skylarks