Once upon a time, a decade or so ago, I lived on the streets of Ireland.
I was a rebellious young woman with dreams of being an artist. Hopeless romanticism, curiosity and stubbornness quickly turned me into a Starving Artist. I sold Big Issue and made jewelry & sculptures out of found objects -life wasn't easy or as I'd hoped. My adventures led me to an Irish mandolin player in County Clare who healed and then broke my heart.
Naturally, I related to this film...
...but the fact that my husband loves and is inspired by this film, reminds me I am a "right feckin' loowkey gerl." I'm in a good place now.
2 comments:
I was so excited to finally see a post from you. It's been a long time. I look so forward to reading your words.
You have a gift, and that is lucky indeed.
once is such a beautiful film! one of my favourites. :)
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