I have said to Johnny recently that I miss seeing the sun set.I grew up on the very north coast of Ireland…our house set up on a hill, overlooking the towns below, the great Atlantic Ocean and the headlands of Donegal. In summer the sun set over the ocean, the gorgeous colours reflecting on the water and intensity increasing as it disappeared over the horizon. As winter approached it moved over to the hills of Donegal, setting early as the nights grew dark.
I only noticed I missed this so badly recently, returning from a message I drove up our road only to see the very tail ends of the colours of a beautiful sunset.
I missed it.
No opportunity to see it in the built up mass of suburban living.
Standing in a field on my sister and brother-in-law’s farm in Co. Cork this week I got another stirring. I looked around and in every direction could see the horizon…a feeling of space as your soul swells and your lungs breathe in fresh, clean air.
Town living…claustrophobia for me at times. A lack of a sense of space, a need to see the horizon, a need to be immersed in nature and be filled with the awe that comes with spending time in our world.
Today we are going mountain climbing…small mountains – yes, but mountains none the less. As we drive to the Mourne mountains I know I will feel my soul lift as we leave the groanings of the city behind.
The anticipation of being filled with that sense of awe…moved to worship on a mountaintop. A husband beside me and 3 girls at our feet.
I want to see the sunset.
Oh, so glad to have found your blog. I only found out this year that we have ancestors from Co Cork so was rather excited to find a blogger with connections to Ireland. Love your post and nice to meet you out here in the blogosphere 🙂
And what a place to have ancestors from…so beautiful. Thanks for popping over!!