I took this a few years ago when leading an Advent Retreat in Howth, Co. Dublin. I’m not sure why I took it or what caught my eye but think it’s something to do with the certainty of land and the mystery (for me) that is water. I can’t swim and, to some degree, the water holds a fear for me. Yet, I love its flow and its presence.
Maybe we live our lives somewhere in the in-between of what we’re at home with and afraid of – what we know and what is mystery ….
Just a thought …