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World of sounds World of voices World of noises World of light World of darkness World of blue Whispers of wind on high Dreams that float...

Ireland was never my dream. It never even made the list. It was the last resort. The “just-fill-in-the-blank” choice at the bottom of the...

The wind slipped through the window like a familiar guest. It didn’t knock, didn’t ask permission—just carried with it the scent of damp...

The sky over Shannon, in County Clare, is lower, closer, as if it wants to embrace her. Aisling looks at it from the airplane window, her...

The hills of Connemara were shrouded in a fog so thick that even the dry stone walls, winding like ancient boundaries between the visible...

The pub in Kilcormac was one of those places where time moved slower. Dark wood soaked in years of spilled beer, the steady crackle of...

The wind tousled her auburn hair, gleaming like flames against the sky, heavy with clouds, casting reflections that seemed to dance in...

Liam Brennan returned to Ballycarragh on a rainy day. A flight from Heathrow to Dublin, then three hours of driving under a grey sky that...

Upon the cliffs, the ocean roars, Saint Patrick brought the God we adore. With faith so pure, shining and bright, Ireland found her peace...

Oh sweet Ireland, enchanted land, where wind and light kiss the strand. In your horizons, so vast and green, the heart is lost, caught in...

Until last year, I saw it as an imported holiday, one I had never participated in, and one that didn't really feel like it belonged to us...

In Ireland’s green, so wild and deep, the magic stirs where shadows lie, where winds of war their secrets keep, and ancient spirits never...

I am writing these few words with an open heart, with a soul as naked as a cliff battered by the wind. Until recently, I couldn't...