The picture in my bedroom is “Freedom” by Jack B. Yeats. I have fallen into the painting and I am standing on the seashore watching this majestic animal running past me. I stand spellbound. This animal is free, its wild, uncombed mane is blowing in the wind. The horse is enjoying the experience of being free and I am really enjoying the experience of watching this horse race past me. Where is this horse coming from? Where is it running to? In my imagination, I think that this could be the horse that Oisín rode back from Tír na nÓg. Maybe this horse is returning to Tír na nÓg without Oisín. Maybe I could return to Tír na nÓg on this horse. It would be a great feeling of freedom to feel the wind on my hair and the sun on my face as we race over sea and land to Tír na nÓg. Imagine arriving in the land of Eternal Youth and meeting Niamh Chinn Óir. Imagine staying young and free forever. The horse races by without stopping. The dream is over. I stand on the shore and the horse keeps running…