It’s crazy o’clock in the morning and I’m enjoying the peace and quiet that’s filling the house right now. I should be tired but I’m not. I’ll surely regret being up so late when it’s time to rise and shine in a few wee hours from now.
As much pleasure as my holiday to America brought me, many days I caught my mind wafting away to my life here in Ireland. I couldn’t help but to be tugged back to all that fills me up here. This is where the most vital parts of my life experience are and that’s why I haven’t gone back for seven years; it’s not that I didn’t want to go, I simply haven’t wanted to leave. Johnny would probably find this funny, in the interesting, not ha-ha, sort of way, as I went many days without contacting home at all. But, though high priority, it wasn’t him or the children or the animals or the gardens that I was longing for. It was the island, or rather the island’s infinite quiddity– that which fills me up, tempts my curiosities and allows freedom to indulge in my wildest hairs like I haven’t experienced since childhood. All this while at the same time feeling completely grounded and centred. Often times I tell folks that the island reminds me of my own childhood, back a generation, exploring nature, knowing most everyone most everywhere I go. I doubt that’s my perception exclusively. Many, many people speak of this seemingly magical allure that the island has. It’s not the life for everyone but, thankfully, it’s the life for me.
Other than unpacking and settling in, I’ve been working zealously in the craft room and the kitchen, but that’s all for another day’s writing. Apologies for not answering mail and messages…there’s only so much time that I can sit in front of the computer without getting fidgety and abandoning it.
I hope all have been well and, please God, you’re all in your happy place too!
With love, Melissa Xx