Ireland's Call

And how She has always called me HOME

I am absolutely, unabashedly, and completely in love in Ireland.

And I am totally unhinged about it.

I was in love when I first met her.

And I fall in love every time we see each other again.

And every time she is different, as every time, I am different too.

And it is about the myths and the mystery and about many more things you simply have to visit to be able to actually experience.

And I have fallen in love with her in so many of her forms.

First, a little tiny fairy picked me up from the depths of despair and inspired me to live,

and go to Ireland and bring myself back to life.

And we had a magical fairy tale life for a few months,

until we realized that we fit well in a fairy tale but less so in everyday life.

And loved her truly, but I knew life was calling me to a new adventure.

Then it was the flower of Galway that showed up in a hostel when all rooms were full, and we ended up with Seamus Heaney, her paintings, and making love in a small Portobello room, and it was zen, and it was expansion, and it was a beautiful lesson in how much love can flow if one can live with no attachment.

And then it was a fairy queen I met at one of the fairs, and I instantly fell in love, and it was a romance that lasted for a few months, but it opened up paths I am still walking.

And there were many more faces of Ireland that I had the privilege to see, and some of them were mountains, and some of them were valleys, and some of them were from this world and some from the other world.

And I keep coming back, and I keep falling in love with the magic and the mystery and the silence that calms my body and allows my mind to rest.

And many times it is also a test of how much and how far I am willing to go in letting things

and allow LIFE to take over.

And this time it is about the adventure and not knowing where the land will guide us.

and it is about prayer around supper and dinner and learning to live with each other and love each other despite our differences and simply see what contribution the land can be to me and how I

can become all that I am yet destined to become.

So there is not much choice really apart from the choice to come as you are.

and allow all that you are not,

to dissolve as the reflection in the gentle morning mist.

As the mystery unfolds and I have barely stepped on this magic land

And so much has already transpired.

though not much from the outside

But the inner world is on fire, in the grace of the mystery of Easter and the magic that is yet to unfold.

You do not get to control life, and life does not really control you either.

It is a dance, a waltz, a tango, a bachata, or free form,

or whatever other metaphor floats your boat and helps you not to sink

into the barrage of despair, the black magicians have prepared for us again…

And I pray to all the gods I know and the Almighty Creator who has dominion over all beings in all worlds…

this time

it fails.

And we DARE to choose something

completely different.

I will keep choosing.

No matter what version of the false “self” keeps losing

in the never-ending adventure of KNOWING ONESELF,

and a prayer that is woven into my every being,

every curve and curvature of the landscape,

and every single note of the symphony that IS

Ireland.