Ireland's voice - Happy St. Patrick's Day

A harp in the wind becomes a mystical thing. Ringing, singing, a voice of its own.

A harp in the Irish wind, on the Irish shore, becomes...well...listen:

 

My good friends Kevin and Lori live in Ireland in an enchanted spot called Mermaid Isle. When I told him I was missing Ireland, this is what Kevin wrote to me and shared on Mermaid Isle's Facebook page:

According to legend, thousands of years ago, when the Gaelic (Milesian) Druid, Amergin, set foot on the beach in Kerry, he subsumed all that was Ireland within himself. He became Ireland. With his harp, he sang:

I am the stag: of seven tines,
I am a flood: across a plain,
I am a wind: on a deep lake,
I am a tear: the sun lets fall,
I am a hawk: above the cliff,
I am a thorn: beneath the nail,
I am a wonder: among flowers. 

 So too, Amy's Harp subsumed all that is Ireland within itself by touching the same Kerry beach near Mermaid Isle that Amergin had touched. It should play Irish music like mad.

 

Kevin took some beautiful photos of me (see them in this post) when I was visiting in the summer of 2010. Of the harp on that very same beach where Amergin landed.

A mystical, magical, musical St. Patrick's Day to you.