Tara, OMG, Tara... There are no words to describe this most profound of experiences... But in my clumsy way, I will try:
Walking the road, my knees trembling, my heart racing. Sinking to my knees at the hearth of Cormacs House, seeing a vision of myself as a warrior, centuries ago paying homage to his king. Seeing the copper grieves on my arms, seeing what I thought were scars running up my arms and realising later they were tattoos... Walking across to the Lia Fail and embracing destiny.
Doing the second card reading for my trip and pulling Under The Mistletoe and laughing as my friend Ann expressed her incredulity at the accuracy of the reading, knowing that this was meant to be.
Wishing under the tree...
Talking to my ravens, my messengers, my guides.
Thank you so much Alvagh. So much...