Dear Ireland...

​Dear Ireland,

Never have I been to a land so inviting. Almost completely uninterrupted by streets, city, and other man-made things, you are truly the closest I’ve come to the way God intended life to be. Simple but also rich. Charming and full of character. Natural and effortlessly beautiful.

I get the feels just thinking about you. The castles, the dreamy night sky, the best burger I’ve ever had, the rolling hills, and the soft rain. To my surprise, the combination of all of these things allowed me to  truly rest; to take a deep breathe and remember who I am.

I found myself becoming more alive as the days went on. It all started with wandering the music store for hours. Somehow that tiny shop seemed to yank my artistic soul right to the surface. Then, towards the end our time, I recall that climbing the Irish river rocks on up to the endless hills accessed my adventurous side like Pocahontas coming upon the river bend. My heart leapt with the question, “What else can I discover about you” as  my feet kept moving toward more.

In the middle of it all a butterfly even landed right in the palm of my hand, feeling like a gentle kiss from you, Ireland.

How could I forget singing silly songs at the top of our lungs,  laughing until my side hurt with people that felt instantly like family, and searching for stars in the night sky only to find a fog brush by just in time to keep me present to the people right in front of me.

I’m even a tea drinker to this day because of you, Ireland. Before you, I couldn’t fathom leaving coffee behind. Yet, here I am sipping tea and wishing for rain.

Ireland, you are missed. Thank you for the peaceful green tones that surrounded me, the beautiful souls your land holds, and for being such an unexpected surprise to my life.

Sincerely,

Still sipping tea.
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