Category: Nature

Cliffs of Moher

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I step onto the path at the Cliffs of Mohr, early morning, wrapping me in a fine, misty rain that clings to my face like a soft veil. The sky stretches wide, a pale white-gray glow, not dark or heavy, but pulsing with quiet life.

The cliffs loom before me, their massive forms draped in light mist, their vastness spilling along the coastline, unhidden, eternal. My boots press into solid rock, a granite mass that feels old like it’s anchored the earth forever, a thin skim of soil barely covering its ancient heart.

Tiny plants, some no taller than my thumb, curl inland, bowing to years of relentless breath from the Atlantic, their delicate arcs telling stories of endurance. Shrubs and stunted trees lean away from the sea, sculpted into gentle curves, as if sculpted by an unseen hand.

Below, the Atlantic surges with a deep, steady, and hungry thud, pounding the cliffs with unyielding force, announcing its might. Swirls of foam and whiteheads dance in its retreat, carving eddies in the dark water.

The wind, the soul of this place, roars across the cliff tops, tugging my coat, lifting and spinning my bag, daring me to stay upright. It carries that misty rain, stinging my face, sweeping over the land like a cleansing breath, not just nourishing the stubborn lichens or the grazing cattle on the nearby hill, but lifting centuries of Ireland’s grief, its struggles etched into this harsh, unyielding terrain.

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Loughcrew

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The last steps to the summit leave the heart full and strong, breath rising in steady waves. I pause, turning to see the hill fall away, the valleys stretched wide in muted greens and grays, their edges softened by drifting cloud. The land feels endless, and for a moment I stand between earth and sky, the climb behind me, the cairn before me.

The summit opens slowly, as if unveiling itself. The great mound waits at the center, its stones dark with age, the three outlying cairns keeping watch at the edges, and the rings of upright slabs, each gap like a threshold for the unseen. Their presence is not silent; it hums, low and deep, just at the edge of hearing.

I step apart from the others scattered lightly across the dome. Their voices fade into the wind as I walk among the stones. My hand comes to rest on one, and the surface is cool, coarse, alive. It exhales into my palm, and the breath of the stone moves into me. It is not simply contact, it is a merging. The longer I remain, the more the boundary thins, until I feel the stone leaning back, meeting me.

Around me, the air stirs with its own rhythm. It does not come and go but circles, climbs, folds back on itself, weaving with the shape of the hill. A brush of coolness across my cheek carries with it the taste of mineral, as though the rock itself has risen into the air. My mouth waters, unexpected, as if drinking from some hidden spring. The breath of the cairn becomes my own, and within it, a memory flickers, of hands that placed these stones, of voices that once rose in chant, of firelit faces lifted to the sky.

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Flash of Light

Recently, a number of individuals in the spiritual community have spoken about a flash of light. My understanding of these comments is that a unique light (seen or unseen) will come to the earth to shine light on all of mankind. This light is said to be positive and structured to help people shift into a more heart-centered energy and way of being.

As much as I’d like to see and experience such a magical moment my focus is always on the present and what is happening now.

My experience with light coming to the planet is different from what is described above. I’ve been shown many instances of increased light and energy flow. Some might see this as galactic or universally inspired, but my intuition tells me these energies come directly from the Great Central Sun.

The smaller “flashes” I’m experiencing are brought through subtle awareness and honestly, leave me speechless with each encounter. I’m sensing moments of purity, completeness, and love. And with each experience, there is an outward flow or expansion of energy onto the planet.

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Ticks, Nature, and Fun

A friend once told me she and her husband regularly walk in the woods near their home. Checking for ticks when home she never finds ticks on herself but always on her husband. This is a long-standing thing.

This could be related to many things, but my friend has always said this was energetic. I agree.

Or is it trust? Trusting a deeper connection with nature?

Being in nature is like swimming in the ocean. We are stepping (swimming) into a realm more suited to other creatures than ourselves. Our instincts and performance are not as strong as the creatures that live there.

My experience with being in nature is similar to my friends and I rarely have any reason to question the presence of a negative outcome. I am more concerned about those who walk with me or our dogs. There was a time when I carried pepper spray for coyotes, now I don’t.

I don’t consider myself reckless but rather take simple measures to ensure safety at a basic level.

We all know fear. Understanding why we are fearful (or not) is important. I don’t see nature as something to fear but rather respect. Preparation is necessary, just like when taking a boat out to sea.

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