She lived a life of danger. She always wanted to be the center of attention. This time she chose the cliffs off the Ireland Coast. Will she jump? Or not? All the damn drama.
Submitted to RDP Monday.
Achill Island, Ireland
Be careful and not fall. It’s a long way down and pretty rocky once you hit bottom. And if the wind picks up………you are toast.
– Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Achill Island, Ireland.
In Ireland we stopped at a little sheep ranch and just before we left the owners daughter came out and sang and danced for us. Her mother was so proud of her performance. Below is the poem entitled Little Wishes which was written by poet Casarah Nance that I thought fit the occasion.
“Little wishes on great big stars. Daughter, I make a wishes for you. Keep on growing and keep on smiling. And I’ll keep loving all that you do. Little dreamers wishing big things. The world is your stage to display. You can sing and you can dance. Enjoy all that comes your way. Little hopes in a great big world. Nothing can stop your free spirit. Make some noise, play a beat. It’s beautiful music when I hear it. Little kisses from my now big girl, You’re growing up so fast it seems. Pretty soon you’ll leave the nest And fly after all of your dreams. Little girl I love you, And I love you even more. Because I made a wish once, And you’re what I wished for.”
Cast a cold Eye
on Life, on Death
Horseman pass by.
W.B. Yeats (1865-1939)
On a misty morning in Ireland I came upon this scene. The Grave of William Butler Yeats the great Irish poet is but a few miles away.
“There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.”