There was a placelessness to it, which I liked best about it - the Way of the Cross. It somehow did not appear to belong any more than I did. With all of its winding bends of yew trees and rhododendrons, wild fuschias and brambles with glistening glossy blackberries, I could lose myself. I could … Continue reading Fáilte go Ros neamhlach (unfinished)
Hope
Can we ever truly set anything in stone?
Can we ever truly set anything in stone?Life seems to get the best of all things,even stone! From floor to ceiling,cracking, crumbling– every great structure we have built,along with their great foundations,collapse,eventually . . . The beams that buttressedour great ceilings,now burden our backs like crosses,threatening to crush us beneath their weight, But we are … Continue reading Can we ever truly set anything in stone?
Ardent Writing 