I bought a one-way ticket to Dublin last summer, consciously disempowering my penniless pocket. In the world of the sane, that was not. I do not excel at defining what is possible by rational. Limitations have always seemed illusory to me. I have been admonished my entire existence by people who self-righteously declare that I don’t live in the “real world.” Meaning theirs of course. I am, by design, a human being who wants to know what would happen if anything could. February 9th, I will be on that flight. I have found that in placing my heart in the locus of my desire the gods give it wings to fly.
I still have no return ticket. Through a constellation of uncertain events I will find my way. The only thing I do know is that I will board a train in Dublin bound for Galway. It is not a hospitable time to go, as it rains more in February than in any other month, and is miserably cold. Tourists are wise enough to wait until late spring and summer to make their way to this seaside destination. Gratefully I am a traveler, travelers don’t depend on ideal conditions, we tend to thrive in anything but.
Galway is known as the “City of Tribes”, steeped in tradition, it is Ireland’s cultural heart. Gaeilge, the native mother tongue is still spoken here. The city is famed for having more images of mermaids than any other place in Ireland. Mermaids have always held a special place in my psyche, as I too have felt only partly human, living between two worlds.
As some of you may have remembered from earlier writings, the western coast of Ireland is where the location astrologer was certain I would find my true home, and spiritual tribe. He wisely knew to pin me, to a place where gypsies roam, and fairies fly.
His proclamation was not a surprise as it has been a dream of mine since I was a child to go to the land of mists, a haven for mystics and the spiritually inspired. Ireland is an in-between place, where the veil thins, where the seen and the unseen merge, and where people with “the sight”, are a natural resource. I will be amongst my kind. A geography historically occupied by spiritual adepts and those who possess high esoteric knowledge. The legendary druids, the Tuatha De Danann, as well as seers, musicians, poets and healers, lay claim to this lineage. It is a place steeped in mythical lore. Will my ancestral roots unearth, my clan claim me as their own? Will Brigit, “the exalted one” initiate me into the mysteries of my kin?
The beauty of my soul, the grace by which I live fills me with a love so satisfying, so holy. I feel in this moment as if every breath of my existence has been a sacrament. My path is timeless, where all that is, has been, and will be, exists as seamlessly. I dwell silently within the sanctum of my body as Ireland floats, a cloud upon the sea…
Written: January 23, 2010