I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow.
From The Lake Isle of Ininisfree by W.B. Yeats
There is a longing. It lives in all of us, this call of the soul. Perhaps strong and loud. Perhaps gentle like a whisper on the wind. Those who join me in Ireland have heard it and heeded it. They hold a deep knowing that this is the right time to step away from the hectic rhythmns of life and step into a rhythm that feeds the spirit. To step into another world where they will encounter themselves in new ways.
They come on pilgrimage with a longing and with important life questions. The sweet irony is that they also come on pilgrimage with the answers. Answers that may be found while here, but not found here. The stones in the circles, the sanctuary of the cairns, the landscape, and even the chance encounter with an Irish story teller will offer wisdom and insight. But answers are not etched in the stones, they are etched in our soul if we take the time to listen. And this is one of the lovely knowings to be gained for people who approach the megalithic sites with a wondering if this is the place that will reveal the secrets they seek. It may indeed be the place but the revelation comes from within. Sparked by the arising. Sparked by nurturing the soul.
I will arise now and fly to my MossTerra home and my beloved. My soul is nurtured and I carry many answers that will unfold in the coming weeks and months.
Judith – email@example.com