Friday, January 25, 2008
Healy Pass, Beara Peninsula, West Cork, Ireland.
I wrote a while ago about the massacre in the land of my maternal ancestors
This morning I was going about my busy day and a little lost in thought, I was gazing outside at the trees and the strongest feeling came over me and I encapsulated my thoughts in the following words:
The eyes in the trees
Focussed clearly on me.
Begging my return
To my mother’s land.
Just like she left it
And I will so.
I hadn't planned a trip to Ireland but it seems like Ireland has planned a trip for me.
As I grow older, I respect intuition more and more. More of us should. It gets drowned in modern life, in the wanting of material stuff, the sidetracking into the inconsequential, the gathering, grooming and guarding of the meaningless.
Obviously, Beara has something to teach me. I need to show up for the lesson.