The Cliffs of Moher

The Cliffs of Moher

So, as we’ve previously discussed, I loathe heights. Loathe. So the Cliffs of Moher were intimidating and terrifying for me, but so worth it. Something so vast and absolutely magnificent has a way of making a person feel exceedingly small.

View from the Cliffs of Moher
View from the Cliffs. I love the ray of sunlight that’s hitting the water.

There is a welcome center at the Cliffs but we got there late enough that it was already closed. I completely preferred it that way. It made the experience feel raw and natural; the way it should be. There were no t-shirts or postcards—only pure God-created beauty.

Cliffs of Moher
Notice the lack of railing… vomit

You can look at pictures of the Cliffs of Moher all day long, but nothing compares to actually being there. It’s stunningly gorgeous and dangerous and makes you realize that the world is so much bigger than yourself. Going about daily life makes you just roll with it; we drop into a routine and don’t reflect on the bigger things as much as we should. This vista feels like the edge of the earth, and it makes you realize there is no fence, one step too far and that’s it.

Suicide hotline signs at Cliffs of Moher
These lovely signs just fed my fear.

When we were there, there was only one other family. They each had flowers and from a distance we watched as they tossed them along with a loved one’s ashes over the edge. I cannot imagine a more beautiful send off.

Flowers along the Cliffs of Moher

As I mentioned in my previous post about Blarney Castle, Ireland is a country that is woven by legends. The Cliffs of Moher are a focal point in many of these stories. You can read through a few of them here.

Moher Tower

If you ever get the opportunity to see this place, please go. It’s so gorgeous. There are not the right words in the English language to describe it. All I can say is inspiring, beautiful, and deadly.

Annie taking a picture at the Cliffs of Moher

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