Thank you, mama earth.
"Among the ancient Celts, Dana was regarded as the mother of the Gods. She was an earth goddess, a goddess of plenty... she was a goddess of knowledge and presided over poetry; she was particularly a patron of women." (Herzberg 293).
I collect books, it's one habit I just can't seem to let go of. ;) Today I discovered the myths of the Celtic fairyland while paging through and old book that sat unread on my bookshelf for quite some time. No coincidence that the first Goddess mentioned was of the earth. For me, nature is a quick way to heal, a reminder, and a teacher all in one.
This place in particular though-hits my soul.
This is Mary.
Mary is my best friend from high school. Some of my most cherished moments from that point in my life are the two of us laughing until we cried while cracking vulgar jokes, dancing around the streets of our hometown and making up silly songs. Mary's friendship taught me that weird is good. Acceptance and love can be found in the release of our authentic selves.
June 2016- In our 22 years on this earth, Mary and I did not have the experience of venturing outside the US. Recent college graduates transitioning through a new phase of life, we decided to pack our bags and set out to explore the world. Our first stop-Ireland.
Ah Ireland. Enchantment surfaced from rolling hills bursting with tones of vibrant green that were sweetly tucked away under cozy, gray skies. I fell in love with kind faces and the sound of laughter lazily drifting through the atmosphere.
There is magic in Ireland. It's deep mystical roots can be felt softly humming in the energetic fields of the land. History, myths and traditions of any place all hold a very important role in preserving the awareness of this magic. They serve as a mirror to it's inhabitants, a reflection of their own truth.
Our first full day in Ireland we ventured out through the country on a small tour bus stopping here and there until we reached our final destination- the cliffs of Moher.
Along the way we listened to celtic music while driving through a town our driver called, "the land of the fairies and leprechauns." (I totally have a celtic playlist on pandora now). Being a dreamer and loving all things fantasy, this made my heart beam.
We traveled along side Ireland's rolling hills, the home to remnants of grey walls crafted from ancient stones stacked one on top of the other. "Penny walls" were named after the wage given to those who built these structures during a time of great famine.
Cliffs of Moher
Cliffs of Moher
The cliffs were absolutely breathtaking. To get a closer look we hopped on what appeared to be some sort of weathered down fishing water vehicle. As we drifted closer to the cliff walls, they steadily continued to grow towards the sky, similar to the theatrical illusion crafted in the beginning of Disneyland's ride, The Haunted Mansion...except these bad boys were were the real deal. Truly a stunning sight, I felt like an ant among giants.
My favorite part of traveling lies in learning the historical content enriched within the land. When I hear the history behind a monument, or even an ancient myth it immediately shrinks me down in size. Often I get lost in the day-to-day of life that I forget how much has existed and how much will continue to exist beyond this life of mine. So many people have lived and died in many different places around the world, each with their own story and impact on the planet, no matter how great or small the mind perceives their existence.
The earth is essentially a historical textbook. Our planet holds information under every rock, resolution within it's roots, relief in it's oceans and love at it's core. We need only listen to it's sweet story. The story lies within the earth. There it rests, gently waiting for us to discover it's magic.
All we have to do is pick up the book.
I've never stepped foot in this place before in my life, I don't have family in Ireland or any tangible connections to this land. Strangely enough, from the moment I stepped off the plane, something deep within my heart stirred-as if called to awaken from a deep, deep, slumber.
I was home.
Ireland, you are a dream.
I'll be back for you someday soon.