Savitri L. Bess

I never tire of these morning skies in Inishowen. Every day different. Every day a vision of all the manifestations of light from the heavens above.

Whenever I would watch films about Ireland, I was captivated by the classical Irish cottage. Ooooo, I'd love to live in one of those. And now here I am.

Soul reflections.

Maybe it's auspicious. Something about to shift. Today was the first day you can walk all the way to where the waves break. They are soft breaking, not crashing. Tide is creeping in and you notice the water will soon make a circle around you. So you leave.

These stone or cliff beings reveal themselves to you in their own time. This one, by far the largest, only recently showed herself. You bow down in awe.

Your eyes scan the high ledges of the cliffs now. You usually find the ancient stone beings down low, or at eye level. There She is. The Lady who presides. You can hear the words: "Take off your sandals for you are standing on holy ground. Tell them that 'I Am' sent you." You bow down, your face in the sand. You feel the heat on your forehead. The roar of the waves, her speech, flooding you. Your hair stands on end.

Who is She beyond Regal, Divine, Mother, Queen. Read More 

Where are they going? Where did they come from? Does it matter if they are leading anywhere or not?

One of several trolls who guard the pathway down to the Trawbreaga Bay Strand on Isle of Doagh, Inishowen

You can hear the low rumble, almost like Tibetan Chanting, but more soft, deep almost lower than the range of hearing. Accompanied by the sound of water rippling and splashing gently, gurgling in and out among the stones.

You have to know it's here. You have to trust that you've taken the right road to go down. You can hear the waves and smell the sea. Tiny birds call in high warbling notes, nesting in the long grasses as you pass along the way that you believe will lead you to the shore, and the stone beings that you don't realize you are about to discover.  Read More