“May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.”
– Irish blessing
I’ve come to Bantry, Ireland for a one week literary festival.
Visiting Ireland again after thirty-three years, I find my still wild spirit being called back home to the place where my ancestors roots grew deeply, to rolling cow dotted hills, to star filled nights. But when those dark winter days arrive I’ll be longing for a different place, a place filled with warmth and sunshine and jasmine scented air.
So many people look like my family I find myself doing double takes. There’s my brother Danny. There’s my cousin Kevin. There’s my Uncle Pete. Is that why it feels so much like home here?