We don't travel like other people. We learned that the hard way the last time we were in Ireland, traveling with friends who were not amused by our gleeful appreciation of tiny roads with hairpin turns.
We leaned into these questions. We sought the edge of our contentedness, wanted to know who we were away from who we were. We wanted to see each other under new skies, in someone else's rain, covered in the the muck of excitement, challenge and exhaustion.
I was so used to an attitude of scarcity that I couldn't see the rich choices I had. India was what was available so I said yes, thinking it was my only option. I hadn't even considered what else I could do. Or, what I really wanted to do.
I’d never really thought of myself as the fairy sort, but there was no denying the little creatures of light that flitted in front of me. Gold and silver, all shapes and sizes; they were like spider silk floating in the air, something you can only see when the light hits it just right. But … Continue reading Drombeg – The First Stone