These are images of our second day, out on the Great Blasket Island. We were met by a dolphin as we ferried out to the island a place of high cliffs and fallen stone houses in various states of ruin and disrepair. The ground is covered with rough grass, wildflowers, thistles, tufts of wool and the leavings of sheep. Seals rest effortlessly on the edges of the crashing waves, and lie on the sun in the beach. Gulls circle in the distance and white caps and spray surround the distant islands. One woman remains on the island now, and the village is otherwise uninhabited.
The experience of being on the island was a reflective and spiritual experience for many of us. The silence, measured only by the crashing of the waves, the clear skies and bold geography of the place captivated us.
J.S.
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