The thrill of getting close to the edge & making friends

I got as close to the edge as I possibly could without falling over. 300 feet high, I was sitting on the cliffs of Aran Islands (Dun Aengus Fort). The wind was not as strong, but it still took me a while to trust it would not blow me away over the edge. Although the cliffs are not as impressive as the Cliffs of Moher, it is thrilling to be able to walk to the very edge. The day was dark and cold; it is the first day I have had to wear gloves and as many layers of clothing … Continue reading The thrill of getting close to the edge & making friends

Life Is Good & I Can See The Light Of This World

It seems to me, that everyone has periods of darkness and periods of light in their lives. I have been recently coming out of a period of very personal darkness, and coming to Ireland has felt like a celebration of my transitioning into better times. Going to see the Cliffs of Moher was a very profound experience for me. Taking in the sight for the first time, I could only think one thing: “Now you can see the light in the world.” The world is grand. My eyes felt so rich with this sight, I felt like a million bucks, … Continue reading Life Is Good & I Can See The Light Of This World

Ireland, I believe in your enchanting magic.

   I am a mess. I have no idea how to write this entry. But here is my best attempt at organized chaos. TRAVELING TO GALWAY: My flight was uneventful and sleepless. But once I got off the plane and realized I was on Irish land, I felt tremendous relief…which made me laugh. I guess in the back of my mind there was an irrational fear that my trip was not real. As if once I got to the plane they were going to say to me, “JK! You did not really book this trip, you dreamt it. Get off … Continue reading Ireland, I believe in your enchanting magic.

FROM ONE DREAMER TO ANOTHER: my heart is wide open

Forget the extra-volume, extra long, dark lashes mascara. For backpack travel, I’ve got to be low-maintenance. I was pretty confident I could manage this task as I packed up things nicely in zip-log bags. I organized, categorized, folded my clothes as if they were origami, and ditched all unnecessary things. I easily put the backpack on my back, and though it was not terribly heavy, it was obvious I was not going to be able to walk a couple miles with it. That’s when I ditched the mascara…along with a shirt, heating pad for muscle aches, face towel, etc. Though … Continue reading FROM ONE DREAMER TO ANOTHER: my heart is wide open