My spirit rest easy amid the rugged land, as the mist creeps over the glen.

I gaze at the Lough Swilly from my cottage retreat.

Tranquillity and silence pervading my mind, body and soul in this peaceful surrender to the present moment.

As the day turns slowly, but steadily, to the night, my summer residence offers a quietude, allowing my contemplations to take hold.

I yearn to cross the great chasm of my soul to a brighter land….

Such as the Atlantic crossers would have done in times of yore, seeking the distant lands of the Americas.

Never looking back we, those that push the frontiers of existence, forge a new path leading to greater; a ‘greater than’ that the dweller of the old lands dared ever dream.

I reach out my hand, and I touch eternity!