It is so easy to have a love affair with the beauty that is Ireland. The cool breeze on my face, the gritty sand between my toes, the chill of the Atlantic surf breaking across my feet.
The prints of the many visitors before me seeking their own intrinsic connection with nature. Memories of whom will soon to be washed away by the rising tide.
In constant motion, the sea and the self. Each day a constant balance of making memories and washing away the past. The balance of holding on and letting go. Determining what is worth keeping and what needs to be released to the past for good.
A constant journey, I still seek my balance. Have you found yours?