The Land of Eire

I bonnie well went to Ireland! It was flippin’ tremendous.

Why Ireland?

I have a thing for green pants?

No really. Why Ireland?IMG_20160205_151244191_HDR_web

Why Ireland when I don’t drink and can’t even appreciate the Guinness?

It wasn’t a fun time. I won’t say it was fun. It wasn’t a fun trip. It was majestic. And solemn. So forgive my tone.

Ireland is a land of stories – and a land of storytellers.

I wanted to go because so many stories I’ve grown up loving come from there. So many we’ve cherished as a culture.

Ireland was too much to consider with one trip. It was a short experience. It is only a blurred photo taken from a car window. I was deeply impressed with what I felt.


Ireland is beautiful and dark. It is full of pain and terrible history. The green only barely covers the severe, cold stone which is the heart of the land. Although everything is green, living is a struggle. I could feel the desperation as I looked up at the rows of ruined potato crops that still line some of the hills. There was no one left alive to replant them.

IMG_20160205_125513907_HDR_webThe abandoned stone houses where unforgiving wind blows through. The only voices of their most ancient sons the Gaels that are left are mere smoky whispers that were covered by castles, which were then demolished by cannons.


The people have been affected by this land. Their character stretches everywhere. Meticulously piled stone walls cover the land to clear the way for crops – miles and miles of monuments speaking to the work of their past. They succeeded in this formidable land. They survived. They are hard working. They are resilient. They are the moss that grows on jagged cliff faces and dazzles the eye with their vibrant character. Even their language is both strong and lyrical. Right now they are cheered by a fine economy, but I can tell they are of a stronger stock, one that can smile even through more difficult times.

These two stones meant a lot to me. They have stood the tumult of time together. A Christian cross and a Gaelic Ogham stone. They are finally living at piece beside each other.

There is beauty in the most unusual of places. And in Ireland, you need not look far.


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