A Trip of a Lifetime
I am at a total loss for words for what I experienced during my trip to the UK. Edinburgh is absolutely beautiful; it was by far the coolest city in Scotland. It's unlike any other place you can imagine, like it dropped out of a fairy tale and stayed that way. I can see why tourism keeps it's economy afloat.
Then there's the matter of Ireland. I'm in very serious trouble. I am completely bewitched by it; there can be no question of that. More than that, it's the first time I ever felt AT HOME anywhere since the loss of my childhood home and my grandmother's house. Impractical, unattainable, and a generally bad idea, but some day I know I have to move there. Economy is horrible. A million and one reasons not to, and yet, I can't help feeling that I finally found that place that was always missing from me. It's like having sea calling woken in you as an elf in LOTR; once it's activated you'll never be satisfied until you make that crossing. And I'm in big trouble. I'm poor for one, and saving up every penny I had to make this trip happen was an affair in and of itself.
But it's the land of my Gods, and the Land of my People, and where I want to be. What am I supposed to do about that? I'd felt disconnected for so long. Not to mention the fact that on May 1st I tripped and fell into the Irish Otherworld for a while there and met a Deity I have yet to identify clearly but know I must paint. My list of homework and research keeps getting longer. I've also noticed that my patience is getting shorter for other people, and that cannot be a good thing. I kindof feel like one of those mad poets Ireland is so famous for producing, and I can see why.
Good gracious. What do I do.
Then there's the matter of Ireland. I'm in very serious trouble. I am completely bewitched by it; there can be no question of that. More than that, it's the first time I ever felt AT HOME anywhere since the loss of my childhood home and my grandmother's house. Impractical, unattainable, and a generally bad idea, but some day I know I have to move there. Economy is horrible. A million and one reasons not to, and yet, I can't help feeling that I finally found that place that was always missing from me. It's like having sea calling woken in you as an elf in LOTR; once it's activated you'll never be satisfied until you make that crossing. And I'm in big trouble. I'm poor for one, and saving up every penny I had to make this trip happen was an affair in and of itself.
But it's the land of my Gods, and the Land of my People, and where I want to be. What am I supposed to do about that? I'd felt disconnected for so long. Not to mention the fact that on May 1st I tripped and fell into the Irish Otherworld for a while there and met a Deity I have yet to identify clearly but know I must paint. My list of homework and research keeps getting longer. I've also noticed that my patience is getting shorter for other people, and that cannot be a good thing. I kindof feel like one of those mad poets Ireland is so famous for producing, and I can see why.
Good gracious. What do I do.