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.

Carrickabraghy Castle on the Isle of Doagh, Inishowen.

If you could swim out there, you would. You are compelled. The magic pulls like a giant magnet. The cliffs are high, the tide is strong, the bright blue of the waters swirl around the stones and the cliff, splashing, daring you to make the leap,daring you to know you could if you believed you could. You believe in a time far away and long ago, that opens a space into the present, but for seconds only. You'd have to jump really fast and believe the Ones would take you there.  Read More 

You travel all that distance, maybe with a memory of Brigadoon in your heart, maybe a mystery of faery with a red hat or wand, maybe a cave where the Tuatha de Dannan hid and hide still. You discover pathways in the sand, mirrors that disappear with each incoming tide. You follow where they lead and when you look back your footprints are gone.  Read More 

You go walking anyway. If you waited for the sun, you'd rarely get out. You discover a new world of clouds, and the incredible brilliance, shades of the light coming out of the dark.