I’ve been sitting here stumped for quite a while thinking about what I want to write tonight. Actually, if truth be told, I sat for about an hour thinking about what to write but for the past thirty minutes I’ve actually just been thinking of running a bath and bringing my glass of wine and a good book and the blog be damned for the night.
Today’s DailyPrompt asks us to talk about a Hero. I thought about this topic for a while and I know there is so much that can be said about heroism – the ordinary and the not-so-ordinary. I just didn’t have it in me tonight to reach those depths either emotionally or creatively.
So instead, I started looking through old photographs and found many favourites from a trip to Ireland I took a few years ago. I thought I’d share one of those with you instead. (When I say “Ireland” I’m talking about both the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland – I know that the Republic of Ireland is independent from the UK (Northern Ireland)).
Ireland and Northern Ireland are not only gut-wrenchingly, stunningly beautiful countries, they have a rich history of strong, proud and determined people. The Irish people struggled (and still struggle) for independence. It’s a place of war and reconciliation and tragedy and beauty and warmth and fierce, fierce pride. It is a place of stories; personal, inconsequential stories and epic, profound stories.
Remind me to tell you one of those stories sometime. Like I said, I’m too tired tonight. Instead, just enjoy this glimpse into something so lovely that it has to be seen to be believed.