Throughout my travels in Ireland, I witnessed the loveliest cottages, both new and old. This Cottage Sewing Room Note Card is a photograph of an old cottage in County Clare. I decided to offer these cards on a larger scale since many of you have requested prints and cards of my photography and artwork. I am also available for family photo shoots. You may contact me here.
Why can’t we all just get along?
I know it sounds simplistic, but it’s how I feel.
While I’d traveled across the Atlantic to escape much of what’s been upsetting to me here, I soon realized that Europeans are dealing with their own harsh realities. While I was there, the Istanbul Airport bombing happened, as well as the Brexit vote, which, at its core, is all about exclusivity rather than inclusion.
Suddenly my trip seems insignificant and unimportant in this deeply unsettled world. But I’ve written this long post teeming with photos that I took and so I’ll share it anyway for those of you who might be interested in my adventure.
Here it is.
Scotland made quite an impression on me last year and I took it very seriously when someone uttered my favorite Scottish saying, “Haste Ye Back.” So, when I suddenly found myself unexpectedly signed up for a tour of sacred sites in Ireland with writer Kathleen McGowan, I knew that I couldn’t travel to that part of the world without returning to Scotland.
This time, my plan was to remain relatively put, rather than traveling around the country. And thanks to the generosity of a friend, I stayed at a lovely flat in the charming little coastal town of North Berwick, situated on the Firth of Forth (I love saying that!) which leads to the North Sea.
These days I know better than to attach myself to too many expectations and so I tried to remain open to what would unfold. I’d never traveled anywhere for a whole month, or alone out of the country (hard to believe), and four weeks seemed like such a long time.
But, poof! It’s over.
It was a mixed bag kind-of-a-trip that I couldn’t put a label on if I tried.
My first few days in Ireland were spent with my energy healing friend, Glenda, who I’d never met in person but had known for years through our healing group.
What started out as “Let’s meet in Dublin for tea!” turned into an invitation to stay for several days. We laughed at how risky it was for both of us – two self-proclaimed introverts.
I was nurtured in Glenda’s lovely peaceful home outside of Dublin where I was able to ease out of my jetlag.
We visited the tallest waterfall in Ireland, a holy well, the Irish Sea, ancient standing stones, craggy Hawthorn trees dripping with ribbons and other offerings for the fairies and…drumroll…magnificent forests! A fellow tree-lover, we spent most of our time deep in the woods.