At the spot in Dublin where a small seashell filled with Jim’s ashes wafted into the sea, a tiny spray of them lifted by a breeze into an arc that glittered in the rising sun, one would be hard-pressed to distinguish heaven from earth, or earth from the sea.
I looked at the blush sea and sky “as the sea’s own beat resumed and made him part of the cadence of its waves,
. . .turquoise with rolling white tops.”
Many of my own words will follow in future posts about our travels, but for now I’ll share some of Percy Bysshe Shelley’s:

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea. . .
So glad you went. Jim is too. xoxo
So glad you went, so glad you are back. Look forward to reading more about your adventures.
xoxoxoxoxlxl
Just beautiful, words and photos….beautiful 🙂
very moving x
Hi Stephanie, many thanks! Great pictures of the sea! It is also my favourite object to take photos of. Will look at your blog in detail, I think there is a lot I can learn from the way you do it.
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