Just a short walk from my home in Wicklow town brings me to Travel-a-Hawk beach, an almost hidden place at the foot of the Black Castle ruins.
This has become one of my favourite places, especially when the sun is shining and the sea is alive with frothy,white waves crashing upon the pebble beach.
A place of art and poetry, meshed into the Irish landscape. Most times, it's also a sheltered place where one can compose creative words / take photos that capture the power of the sea and the beauty of our Irish shores.
Perhaps more so than the visual is the atmosphere of solitude against the crash and noise of the sea, a place of deep thinking and meditation.
In a way, one can meet the Power of God when close to the power of the sea and be lost in quiet tranquillity of mind, body and spirit.
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