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Takeaways from Ireland

12/4/2019

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This is the final blog on my journey to this soulful country.
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Our lodging at Lisserlough, a farm in County Sligo
PictureMe with Marie and Joe Duignan, our hosts are Lisserlough

One thing that made Ireland so memorable was the Irish people, who with their warmth, quick easy wit and welcoming attitude, immediately captured our hearts. In County Sligo, in North-Central Ireland, we stayed in a converted stable at Lisserlough, a working farm owned by Marie and Joe Duignan, who made us feel completely at home and prepared fabulous meals for us. Our guide in Sligo, John Wilmott, AKA the Woodland Bard, shared his poetry, and his vast knowledge of the plant world and Irish mythology. He took us to magical caves, forests, faerie glens, and his thatched-roof cottage with its wonderful gardens and labyrinth. His harpist partner, Clare Roche, treated us to a private concert and the most delicious scones I have ever tasted. We were loath to leave all of them after four days; it felt like parting from family.

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John Wilmott, AKA the Woodland Bard, led us to Keash Caves in County Sligo
PictureLooking out onto the Irish countryside from one of the Keash caves in County Sligo
And the hardest to leave behind at the end was our endearing bus driver Seamus, who for two weeks patiently and with great skill and humor shepherded us to all the off-the-beaten path places on the itinerary.

One’s heart can be opened wide on such spiritual undertakings, but a pilgrimage is only as valuable as the capacity to integrate the openings, insights and subtle energies experienced into your familiar life when you return. 

I came  home feeling much more grounded and aware of the ever-present availability of the Divine in the natural world. But perhaps more importantly than that, I was reconnected with a sense of magic, wonder and innocence that is always there beneath the surface, but we lose touch with it. How could I incorporate what had been gained on this journey into my day-in, day-out experience?

I realized that I wanted to disconnect more from electronics – TV, computer, cell phone – and spend more time in quiet reflection in nature. Our addiction to electronics and to left brain “rational” thinking gets in the way of our receiving and benefiting from the healing and restorative capacities of the natural world. You don’t have to travel as far away as Ireland to discover these gifts. We on the Monterey Peninsula live in an incredibly beautiful area filled with plenty of places where the grace of the Divine Mother is readily available. The natural world is ever available when we make time for it.

PictureScones with clotted cream and homemade strawberry jam made by harpist Claire Roche, John Wilmott's companion, who entertained us with a concert after our repast
One of my first decisions was as simple as the choice to eat my lunch out in the back yard rather than in the dining room, which is my custom. The very first day I did this, I was rewarded by a prolonged encounter with a fire-engine-red dragonfly, a symbol of transformation, who joined me at the table.



First it was just buzzing around in my vicinity, then it landed at the edge of the table, preening and rotating around, ever so slowly so I could admire it from every angle. Then it flew to the edge of my drinking glass, only a foot and a half away from me and made itself at home. It spent the entire lunch with me, alternating between flying and perching nearby. I have never been so close to a dragonfly, never mind for such an extended period of time, and it was such confirmation that I was on the right track.

PictureEntrance to a magical labrynth fashioned by flowering trees and shrubs in John Wiltmott's garden
The second decision was to give more time and attention to the plant and animal life around me as I move through the world. I spend a lot of time care-taking our little half an acre, watering, pruning, planting, tidying up. Now, in addition to the chores, I am taking time to commune with the trees, plants, birds, insects, and yes, even those irritating gophers. I feel the comforting strength of the oak trees, the delicate hovering of the hummingbirds as they flit from blossom to blossom, the ephemeral nature of the feathery clouds drifting along in the azure blue sky. And I don’t just do this at home; I am taking this renewed awareness with me everywhere I go. I am also carving out more time to hike and be in the wilds.

The third lesson learned, from the Irish people themselves, is to be more welcoming to the stranger…and by that, I mean even the unwanted encounter or experience, whatever that might be, not just a particular individual I don’t yet know. When I do that, the rough edges of my life seem to soften, and I feel more in harmony with all that is.
I haven’t yet, but I intend to get a bird feeder. On the last leg of our journey, Sharlyn and I went on our own to visit a friend of hers, Ann Clerkin, in County Galway on the West Coast, who is a gardener and a bird whisperer, among other things. Her little sliver of a backyard garden was home to a countless array of birds, who were all her friends.

PictureAnn Clerkin's magical back yard
She had names for them and knew their relationships to one another. Quite frequently, one at a time or in groups, they came to her sliding-glass back door expecting to be fed. As soon as she saw them, her attention was immediately drawn away from conversation with guests, and she jumped up to throw them some currants and have a lilting conversation with her feathered friends. Deep connection, I learned, is available everywhere, not just with people.

I vowed to read more poetry and let it inform my days. It used to be my practice to use my book of poetry by Hafiz as an oracle, opening at random to any page and seeing what it has to offer. But I had fallen out of the habit, so, I am rekindling this practice. Plus, I want to be more exploratory and read the works of poets I don’t yet know. Drawing oracle cards, as we did daily, is another simple way to influence the tenor of your day.

Finally, I am constantly reminding myself that there is magic and mystery afoot in this extraordinary and mind-boggling universe that God has created and we are privileged to inhabit.

PictureAnother magical faerie glen in County Sligo

Clearly, it is not necessary to make a trip to a faraway land to foster an atmosphere that keeps you connected to what is vital and nourishing and essential to mental/emotional health and spiritual growth. You can make small, incremental changes to your daily experience that can have a huge, qualitative impact on your life. You may have to face the obstacles in your consciousness that have prevented you from taking these steps before but that’s to be expected. At every step of the way, Treatment (affirmative prayer) is a valuable tool in making positive change.

So, I encourage you to pay close attention to what makes your heart sing and orient yourself toward that. It may be that your desire is simple and easily achievable, right here in your own backyard, or it may be that what your heart deeply longs for seems monumental, perhaps unattainable. Even if your heart’s calling seems out of reach, don’t let that deter you. Just take one step in the direction of your objective. In his “Hero’s Journey,” the late mythologist Joseph Campbell reveals to us that the simple act of committing to a course of action and taking the first step activates a force field that begins to orchestrate for you the means to achieve your desires. And I have certainly found that to be true.

I would like to close with an offering Charlene shared with us by Nobel Prize-winning Irish poet and playwright Seamus Heaney from “The Cure at Troy”:

Don’t hope
On this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up,
And hope and history rhyme.
So, hope for a great sea-change
On this far side of revenge
Believe that a further shore is reachable from here.
Believe in miracles
And cures and healing wells.
Call the miracle self-healing:
The utter self-revealing
Doubletake of feeling.
If there’s a fire on the mountain
Or lightning and storm
And a god speaks from the sky
That means someone is hearing
The outcry and the birth-cry
Of new life at its term.

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    In my youth I wanted to be a poet, but channeled my writing skills into journalism -- a much more practical pursuit. I worked for daily newspapers and magazines for over 30 years as a writer and editor, focusing on food, interior design, art and architecture. As my spiritual life began to occupy a bigger and bigger part of my life, I came full circle and finally began to write poetry. My passion is to express the sacred through writing, art and music and to help others do the same.

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