A few years back, my husband and I traversed into the dream journey of a lifetime when we flew over The Atlantic and landed in Dublin, Ireland. For over a week we drove on the winding, storytelling roads, became charmingly lost off the beaten path, explored castles of old, discovered new family…and ourselves. Throughout that time, whether it was discerning the sound of an unseen violin on the grounds of Blarney Castle, moving to the energy of traditional folk ballads with newly-made friends in a Killarney pub, or encountering the magic of a local fiddler on the cobblestone streets of Galway, it was that ever-flowing life force of music that found its way into the cracks and crevices of my soul. I will always carry the wonder of Ireland inside me because of the everlasting music of Aran.
The music of Aran is sure always there
‘Amidst mountain and bay and the pub everywhere.
She carries her cadence on the wind, in the street.
Her exuberant dance comes to romance my feet.
And my life has been altered by her rhythm and song
As it ever inspires me all my life long.
So I thank her, dear Eire, for gifts given to me
In her tunes and her verse
That have set my soul free.
2 replies on “Music of Aran”
Thank you, đź’– truly it’s music to my ears as you write, & capture the essence of your journey in the land!
It is always music to my heart when your very dear comments are left. Thank- you for your encouraging words.