Reclaiming Ireland

I know that I am not Irish. But, apart of me feels like I owned it. It was my Ireland. I knew tons of places to enjoy nature and life. There were high crosses and unprotected cliff paths to explore. Finding coves, rock beaches, and ruins were the way I spent my afternoons in Kilkenny. But, I feel like I lost that sense of adventure when I decided to put more time into one relationship. I still did some of that stuff, but it was much less. I put my time and energy into something else. I also shared these places I loved with someone who crushed me. So, in a way, I feel like I lost some of the places that I loved. This trip I took a day to reclaim the places I love. Margaretha and I went to Anne’s town beach and walked the cliff path. We went to Standbally Cove. When I got there, I was overcome by a sense of sadness about the promises that were said and broken. I composed a letter in my mind that I will never send. It spoke of hurt, grief, and lost visions. I had to shake off that mood because it is not fun to travel with someone who is sad. It took me sometime, but seeing Jennifer and helping her with the ceremony made a huge difference in my mood. Now, I just want to raise a pint to lovely memories in lovely places; to the old and new; to staying true to myself; and to not losing hope. Slàinte!