8 days… well more like 48 hours, but all in all 8 days was all it took to know my heart was home and my spirit was soaring, and to put pen to paper and be free.
But I’m not the first to see this, feel this or be part of this. Oscar Wilde and C.S. Lewis had Ireland get their creative juices flowing – creating masterpieces such as the Chronicles of Narnia.
I’m not saying that I’ve managed to write a masterpiece (remembering if there’s nothing worth throwing away, then there’s nothing worth keeping), I’m simply saying that if by magic imagination was engaged and my pen flowed freely across the page.
So what is the magic that Ireland has – was it the mountains that stand in triumph almost shoulder to shoulder. Or the Lock and the way it breaths life in and sometimes out, the sea at Cranfield that seamlessly washed on to the shore making it sparkle in the wintery sun. Or the myths and legends that are buried in the foundations of the culture. Or was it the music that effortlessly engulfed you from the beautiful, heartfelt and honest songs from Nathan Ball to the Anthematic songs of tragedy, life and love that seeps into your soul from “Idle Hands”. These songs that don’t just take you on a journey of discovery but make you part of that journey. The indescribable beauty and heart of this band as they invited me, a stranger, into recording studio at Narrow Waters Recording Studio (I just happened to be there visiting friends) to share this private and humbling moment as they pieced together and added the final touches to their debut album “Love, Peace, Lies and Melon Collie”. Or was it the people, that take you under their wing leaving history and prejudice behind them in order to share ideas, warmth and laughter. Or was it all of this. A heady mix of magical perfection that makes it the ideal place to create. To write. To breathe. To Live.
8 days – 8 days was all it took to know my heart was home and my spirit was soaring, and to put pen to paper and be free.
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