The Emerald Island

To relic in this place of something so old and rich with history.

To view the holy mountains climbed by St Patrick

To go back in time to a land well preserved

"holy mountains and sacred sights

absorb your soul into a place of mystery and inspiration

re-calibrating your own internal spiritual compass"

A peaceful, full filling and spiritual journey to the Emerald Island, Ireland! A life of a dream journey. Not just because I have somewhere out there Irish decent, I think most of us already do have a wee bit Irish in us, if not in your blood or DNA, certainly in your heart. A journey of a life time and a place I would love to go back again, and I have been home less than a month.

Doesn't that make a vacation? When you don't over stay your welcome, or yearn to come home, feel full filled in your heart its ok to go home, but think about a return trip.

This trip was not about city life, the pub culture and music but the solitutde, prayer, self reflection in many holy places of ancient history. The natural beauty that of the hills and lands that is well preserved and cared for with respect ( not exploited or over run with idiots).

" few things say more about what we truly believe than what we do, when in the presence of beauty" Paul J Pastor

" If the mountains, woods and water harmoniously blend

it constitutes the most perfect and adequate loveliness

that nature presents.

It surely must be owned that

Killarney has all the world over and superior" Alfred Austin 1900

Places used to seem so far away and traveling to Ireland was a journey back in time. The amazing ancient stone structures and the fields and green lands left so undisturbed by the human hand. Truly a magical place where culture remains for generations.

"Oh sweet glen

where the foam of the fall o'er

the dark frawny rock

rushes onto the lake

Where the mountains nymph and echo awakes all its glory

There the holly and the yew

through their shade over the lands

that peaceful smiles from the flarey nook

as charm'd with its musical voice

Off where my heart mid the

dwellings of my soul

in its gleam may rejoice

with my spirit recall

the brightness and the calm

of this lone little glen"- old Irish poem

A piece of my heart is left in Ireland but the journey brought a piece of Ireland home in my soul.