I'm sitting in a house in Connemara, Ireland typing this blog entry and listening to the sounds of wind and river outside and the hushed whisper of children downstairs. It was av very late night last night with Ann and Alvagh as we talked and laughed and cried. Connemara waits outside as it has waited for 52 years - I will see it soon.
I arrived in Ireland off the Ferry a few days ago now. It's been a whirlwind on either end. My last day in Wales was filled with driving and breathtaking scenery and I was literally in sensory overload by the time I got to the ferry at Holyhead. As I said goodbye to Wales and to Roy I was filled with anticipation and a little sadness. I knew I was doing this touring very quickly and that I didn't have long in each place to really see everything I wanted to see. Such is life. What I did see was more than enough for now.
The ferry was fabulous! A dour sky with a little rain bought flat seas and a fast and easy crossing. Just as I was thinking of having a wee nap, the announcement that we would be docking shortly in Dublin was made and I gathered myself together to disembark. One thing I noticed about Irish Ferries - unlike anywhere else I have been on this trip, the staff were surly, unhappy and almost rude. It was a bit strange to find so many unhappy people doing such an amazing job.
Dublin was grey and damp. My stupid smart phone wouldn't work so I pulled it apart and rebooted it so I could text my friend Alvagh that I had arrived. Shortly after, she was there to pick me up and I was on my way to County Kildare and another whirlwind tour of Ireland.
The Book of Kells and Trinity College was on the way home so I got to see something I have wanted to see most of my life and it was glorious. Splendid. Awe inspiring. Breath taking. Beautiful.
And then we left to drive home and I was again taken aback by the green. 40 shades of green and counting. No wonder they call it the Emerald Isle. The sun was patchy, the clouds immense. I was in seventh heaven.
Once settled I met the whole family including the four legged ones. I'd missed Tigger a lot by this time and I got to pat and hold and play with cats and dogs again and I was content. A few hassles with the internet and a day later I was connected and communicating with the rest of the world including my gorgeous children whom I had missed talking to. I hadnt realised how anxious I had been until I got to talk to them. Even in this day of superfast electronic communications and connections I missed them. Talking to them was so fine. This was the first time I had been away from my son since before I was pregnant with him and the anxiety had been ramping up. It was good to dissapate that energy.
Day 2 in Ireland saw us travelling to Glendalough. It was the most profound trip to date. The beauty blew me away. The spiritual journey I took that day, with friends new but spiritual connections older than time, was a pilgrimage to my heart. The best was saved till last. We took the path less travelled and came upon the Womens Church and as I touched the stones either side of the crumbled rock doorway, I heard a voice in my head, joyfully calling "Sister! Sister!" and welcoming me inside. I cried. I couldn't help it. Something touched me so deeply inside. We spent time there, my three goddess friends and I, just communing with the presence.
On the way back, we walked the sacred labryinth and in the fine and misty rain sweeping in over the mountains and trees we felt such a deep reverence and peace. It was a day, a time, a journey I will never forget.
Home late, dinner, bed. My mind blown by Glendalough...