|It was important to get one more "Shannon" picture in! This was the last I saw of the Shannon Airport.|
|There is a large-ish rock in the water on the right. It is there that I left my letter.|
Finally, I have given a lot of thought as to why certain places such as Ireland and Scotland enchant me more than others. I think it has to do with vibrations of history that it seems I can almost feel in every cell of my body. And my cells rejoice somehow in the communion of it all - a reunion of sorts. I found this quote years ago that seems to sum it up:
"In great deed, something abides. On great fields, something stays. Forms change and pass, bodies disappear but spirits linger to consecrate ground for the vision-place of the soul. And reverent men and women from afar and generations that know us not and that we know not of, shall come here to ponder and to dream and the power of the vision shall pass into their souls."
Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain 1824-1914 (I love this quote and respect this man even though he fought on the wrong side of the War of Northern Aggression! Too bad. He should have been Southern <grin>)
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