A day we’ll forever remember, From before the sunrise to well past after, We felt cradled. In the arms of the fairies, Open hearts pulled us through the crossing, a monastery meditation upon the cliffs of the great Skellig. We felt the oneness. Barefoot, breathing in, the soft grass and rocks massaged our souls. We drove for hours on the narrow paths, Down to the sand where we’d meet the waves for the first time. We felt the isle. Windy first but with patient love it turned. We walked out to meet the rising tide as the water mirror arrived. We felt the stillness. Glide and glide upon the Irish waves, the leprechaun love swirled about, our legs tired from the earlier days climb, and the new moon flow soon to come. We felt the magic. Synching with the new friends, we were told of the great Conor Pass, but little did we know the map would take us there, in the pitch black night upon the cliff side. We felt the adrenaline. An outstanding rock connected with our mirror and made us shriek, cliff to the left, sheer drop to the right, but steady as she goes, Capt Kassia kept her cool. We felt the night. Over the mountain and past the pass, we sighed and laughed as the sheep kept warm laying on the pavement, staring into our light as we passed on by. We found the last meal to be served that night in Dingle town and savored every bite. We felt so alive. 🍀🍀 @kassiasurf @shredsista @nottooshabbygaby 🍀🍀 Photo @johnecoady , heading out for our first Irish Surf :)