Giant's Causeway

Each time I start to photo dump our trip to Ireland/UK, I find myself lingering over a particular moment. So instead of one big share, hope you've been enjoying the slow drip!

Here are a few shots from one of the sites we went to, Giant's Causeway. Seriously, what planet is this?! Unbelievable geology going on, the stuff of legend. It was fun hearing the lore around it.

Below is a poem I wrote, inspired by some good old fashioned Irish story-telling, and reflecting on the distance that divides us all at times, too.

Giants Without Causeway

Science claims lava—

cooled,

cracked—

but who lets facts

interrupt a good story?

“Two giants, two lands,”

the locals say—

each larger than the last,

shouting across the sea.

One laid a path of heat and hex,

stepping closer

’til he stood eye to eye—

and saw only throat.

He shrank,

curled into a cradle of lies—

the baby he pretended to be.

Fooled by cloth—

the other took the crib at face value

and found a lie too big to face.

A bridge shattered,

a thread snapped beneath the weight.

What distance lies between us—

not miles,

but size and silence,

armor worn to kindle fear.

What kind of loneliness—

where giants feel tiny,

where each word left unsaid

echoes louder than thunder?

Maybe we missed the point:

not the clash,

but the hush—

where courage is quiet,

where on opposite shores we learn

to wait,

to linger,

to hold out hope

for a bridge.