Status Updates From Thin Places

Ireland is somewhere that burrows deep down, in besides the parts of you built of bone and of marrow, before you even know that you have arrived before you even embark, perhaps. It has been painted as a lush island – the color green spilling out of every corner – but those of us who call it home would tell you a different story. Ireland is an island bathed in colors the like of which I can never properly fathom..

“The island on which I was born is a wild, ancient and stirring place - a place so ethereal as to take a given moment in time and bathe it in a light of something divine, a place that was eternal and holy long before those words ever had need for voicing. It is a changeable and changing place. You will not leave my island the same person you were when you first found your way to her shores.” –p.192