What & Where is the Wild Atlantic Way
You may have been wondering. Simple. It's a beautiful place.
Many beautiful places come with vivid vibrations - and how they draw us back. But this is another level of crackling energy altogether.
Magnetic they say.
Where a smile comes already attached. Good words flow free. Activity feels fine. People act right. In the moment. Alive.
There's a sense of connection that goes well beyond the daily futilities. Sucking you out a weary web into the pure connection just being.
Magnificently delivering us from the inconveniences inflicted often upon ourselves.
Where scholars came, more than a millennium ago, to 'write & save civilization' - setting up clever & mathematical infrastructures still being used today...
The amazing Skellig Michael - of Star Wars infamy - where magical puffins continue to live without wifi...
As the monks did 1000s of years ago.
Sharing the same beehive dwellings & similar storm batterings in different times.
This is Inchydoney in the December sun - and so remarkably warm in this climate of change, guarded left & right by the darkly jagged coastline.
With a headland separating two wide West Cork beaches of incredible & goodly portent, bordered by well-concealed tidal inlets at both sides.
And flanked by a series of giant sand dunes, with free-flowing trails that take you down, down to tides of the Atlantic, whose magnificence lies in it's frigid strength - and up to the heights of the excitement of possibilities.
This does ensure that the flow of magnetic energy renders one & all equal.
But it's not just the human element at play.
For dolphins & porpoises love to join in the connective joy here, with all its' fluid energies, an altar to worship all that's beautiful about life & the living.
If you can make it here in this lifetime, do it. To experience the unique & mildly extravagant Wild Atlantic Way, then...
Because West Cork may be a very popular spot for everyone - but the Wild Atlantic Way throws up more 'end of the world' locations than you can ever imagine for such a wee island.
An island where you can find yourself 'owning' a multitude of beautifully-vibrating 'secret spots' all along the Way - the trick is spending more time than it takes to pull 'a selfie'.
The ultimate time-share.
The surf can always be merely a day away from West Cork, depending on whom you might ask.
But the first pulses of a pending North Atlantic storm sending out it's barreling reconnoiters, that's when the coast lights up.
Be a witness.