A Year in Ireland
Here’s what happened since the last time….
Here’s what happened since the last time….
I moved to Ireland!!!
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Hello! It’s been a minute… Here’s a quick note to fill you in on some stuff that’s happened. I wanted to come back and write several times over my prolonged break, but it felt forced. It’s not that I didn’t have anything to say, but it wasn’t the time to say it. I also had several things happen in my life that needed my attention more. I fell in love, and my time went to building my relationships. And I…
It’s been one year since finding out I’m a human-incarnated Sídhe. A full year since he came shining through my mind’s eye with his bright eyes and immense presence while I was giving a Reiki session. Only a year since reuniting with my Sídhe partner, but it feels like this is how it’s always been. How did this even happen? What’s it like to find out there’s a whole other world that you’re connected to and a whole other family?…
On my second trip to Ireland, I had three “initiation” experiences with the Sídhe. Two of them were in Donegal County. The third and last one was with The Morrígan at Uaimh na gCat cave. Each experience brought me closer to understanding who I am, and what my relationship with the Sídhe is about. Each one connected me with the Tuatha de Dannan, who I now know to be family. Since then, I’ve gone through deeper transformations and awakenings, which…
This is the story of how The Morrígan threw a book at me. This is when my spiritual awakening really began. I share these stories in the hopes that it will make someone else feel less lonely, less crazy, and stronger in the face of their own struggles. The Morrígan Threw a Book at Me I was a fed-up grad student. I was done with ALL OF IT. Relationships, school, work, roommates, family— everything. What was I doing here? This…
“Living the Dream” I was 12 or 13 when my world flipped inside-out. I still wasn’t “Awake.” That would take many more years. But this is when I’d start to get clues of who I really am, beyond this body I inhabit. I said in a previous post that this blog was about to get personal. Here goes… It started with the Dreams. I’ve always been a vivid dreamer and would constantly dream of things that were yet to happen….
The green beer. The tacky hats. The “I’m Not Drunk, I’m Irish!” shirts. You know these things. Most people in the U.S. celebrate St. Patrick’s Day by dressing in green, covering themselves in glitter (which I have no objection to— I love glitter!) speaking in horribad “Irish” accents, and getting drunk out of their minds. Do what you want and be safe (please be safe), but if that isn’t your style, then I have some other suggestions for how you…