The ocean called me today to come and dance with her. It’s been a while so today I gave myself permission 😊 to adventure and take a break from college projects!
I asked to be guided to the perfect spots to commune magically with the elements to help release any limitations towards receiving joy and communion with the higher light that streams in through the solstice period ✨💚 I sang and danced on the limestone cliffs as the mighty Atlantic displayed it’s prowess pounding the land beneath me.
This landscape ignites the mystery of the earths bounties within you, bringing you to presence in an instant.
The cobwebs have cleared and the confirmation of multiple rainbows 🌈 brought a renewed sense of wonder into the places where density has dwelled. So grateful for mother Eireann 🙏💚💚💚 #natureheals#doolin#fanore#burren#celtichearthealing#wildatlanticway#heartmagic#souladventures#stonewisdom#ancientireland#higherconsciousness#wintersolstice
I may be a gypsy at heart. My wanderlust started at an early age, partly inborn, partly through travels with my family from my place of birth and childhood, Alaska. We backpacked, we drove the AK, Yukon and Cassiar highways to the east and west coasts of the “Lower 48” U.S. Sometimes these trips were made with a trailerload of horses, usually they involved camping, and almost always they involved mosquitoes and bears. *
When I was ~4 years old, I got it into my head that I needed to visit Ireland. 4 years old! I had trouble sleeping from a young age (always on and ready to go-go-go, think-think-think and do-do-do). To help me sleep, my dad used to tell me stories of the place I dreamed of, saying that one day we’d go to Ireland together. *
The first time I visited Ireland it was on my own. I was 25 years old and fresh out of medical school, an eye-opening experience in which I learned many things, primary of which was that practicing medicine in our system was not for me, but that’s another story. I believe that first journey to Ireland saved me, from a lifepath I did not belong on. It gave me terra firma to stand on, the first real knowing and reckoning of myself--what my inner compass was telling me, relatively free from the noise of outside input, some of it well-meaning, some of it not, most of it misplaced. For the first time in my life, standing on a “green” road possibly a few thousand years old, I felt at home. Geographically, genetically, ancestrally and within myself. *
Since that first visit, I’ve been fortunate to go back six more times, with an 8th trip coming up in March, where I’ll be sharing this magical and transformational, singular place with a group of women who need a change in their lives: a real break, a removal from their day-to-day stories to find their true story. *
I can’t stay away from Éire, she has captivated me in the best ways possible and has been the guiding force of inspiration, change, grounding, centering, dreaming, imagination and life purpose in my own journey. And I am so excited to share these gifts she holds in a few short months. *
Go n-éirí an bóthar leat,
May the road rise up to meet you on your journey.
This stone circle at Grange, is the biggest one in Ireland with 113 standing stones. The biggest one weighing in at 40 tonnes, is called Rannach Chruim Duibh (apparently this means Dark Bent One?). The circle is 45 meters wide and when parts of it were excavated, they found lots neolithic pottery pieces. This area also has a wedge tomb nearby and used to be quite popular with the Vikings who came through from Waterford on slim ships by river and overland 🌙☀️
In Irish mythology when Conchobar become king, he married Maeve, the daughter of Eochaidh Feidhleach, King of Tara. The marriage didn't end well. Conchobar went on to be known as a wise and consistently good king and reportedly ended up marrying three of Maeve’s sisters – Clothre, Eithne and Mughain.👀