The Cliffs of Moher & I

The moments in our life when time ceases to exist are sparse. The moments when we can pause, breathe, and tangibly see and feel where we are, are rare.

When I went to the Cliffs of Moher, I had one of these moments. 

The Cliffs of Moher & I; June 2019.

 I was on a coach tour all over Ireland. We went early in the morning to avoid crowds and hopefully luck out with the weather… and we did.

Admiring the other side of the Atlantic Ocean at the Cliffs of Moher; June 2019.

 Ireland, like New Zealand, is known for having cloudy, unpredictable weather. I somehow lucked out this day and got to soak up the cliffs; which didn’t disappoint. 

The Cliff of Mother; June 2019.

 The pictures really don’t do it justice, though. The way the sun hit the crevices of the cliffs, how the water mirrors them below, how the birds fly around like gnats because they seem so trivial against something so grand…

 …these are the moments.

The moments when the camera can’t capture the scene, where I meet more Aussies and chat with them about how much I love how they take time to travel and say, “no worries”, where every single late night babysitting after an already long day was worth it, where I realize I’m a true nomad... but that this is how I like it. These are the moments: the pinch me, remember me, never forget moments... 

… the moments we need to make sure we continue to strive to have.