Saturday Rumination

Madainn Mhath agus failte! Good morning and welcome! It's a calm and comfortable Saturday morning here in Vermont. Today I am longing for travel and to be immersed in nature. I'm sitting in front of my open kitchen window and a long gust of wind came blowing through. I turned to face the oncoming wind and closed my eyes, soaking in every bit of it. I always feel like the wind is clearing away the energetic debris in my mind and body and I am left feeling calm. At times I am transported to another place and time. Other times I feel sedated as if the wind just tucked me in for a nap.

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Maybe it's just the full moon but, as I think and feel into this longing to be connected with the earth and to travel, I am emotional. It's like a piece of me is out there waiting for me to find her. So, so many times I have felt, on a cellular level, that I am meant to be somewhere else. Hell, maybe a different time! I think I have always felt that one. I'm sure many of you have, too. I think that is because my DNA remembers being somewhere else, and in a different time. That calling has always been present. It has simply grown stronger as I have grown older.

Another thought I have had is that perhaps I long for somewhere else (usually Scotland and Ireland) because me family didn't grow up within our own cultures. A little bit more than half of my family hails from Ireland. Grandparents came to the US in the 19th century and left their Irish culture full of traditions, practices, stories, language, etc. Other Irish ancestors came here earlier. Interestingly, my Scottish roots have always sung the loudest to me. I have been there twice now and I am a registered member of my Scottish clans - Menzies, MacDonald, MacBean, Sinclair, and I am sure there are more for me to connect with.

Image by Gunther Tschuch, obtained through Wikimedia Commons. This is Castle Menzies.

When I was getting ready to return home from my first trip to Scotland - and Menzies Clan gathering - I cried like a baby. It felt like a piece of me was being ripped away. I finally had the chance to connect with part of my bloodline and culture and I didn't want to leave. It was such a magical trip and not nearly long enough!

Over the past two years I have begun to hear Irelands song more strongly. Her lands and people call to me now and I know I need to go. I want to fill in the gaps that have left me feeling strangely displaced. The only thing holding me back is the money to go! I know I will have it at some point in the near future. It will come to me when the time is right.

Well, lovely people, this was a short blog post. More to come over the next week. Take care of yourselves. Until next time...

Image by me.