Searching for the Soul of Ireland
Its been a long time since I set foot in Éire, but the memories are strong. Several things have delayed a return. My move to Florida put me considerably farther from the Emerald Isle. And then when I returned to Connecticut ready to hop a plane, covid19 struck.
Among my memories are a rainy day on a remote road between Ardgroom and Eyeries. After a time, the lane narrowed, barely 5 feet wide, coursing the rolling land, with the ocean never far away. Just beyond midday, I crested a hill offering long views over the rugged terrain. Dropping my pack, I stood there lost in thought, while in the distance a white horse ascended the hill to greet me. Separated only by a knee high wall, we stood 4 feet apart. Silently in the mist, we stared into each others eyes for what seemed an eternity. It felt like I had met the soul of Ireland.
