“As I grow older, I look more and more to the dreamer in Yeats,” says Meehan, “the man who trusted intuition. His entire gift was predicated on the dream within him, from his first powerful encounter in Howth as a teenager, when he listened to the heartbeat of the Great Mother. We need that kind of nature rapture now.”
The Irish Times.
"The heartbeat of the Great Mother." Nicely put.
Howth has a beauty that captures the creative imagination. A great place for artists, writers, healing, walking, and having as much fun as you're willing to allow. I set my first, second and third book there, and find it's hard to escape once you settle into being there, even when I write from thousands of miles away. Looking forward to being there soon.
The photo has nothing to do with Howth but it's snowing out so...it felt warm.