Ireland. I always get to thinking about Ireland this time of year. The spring is leaning into summer and I am urged to pluck that visit home, out from the future, and pull it back into my now.

Its that time of the seasons where I miss being in Ireland. We just had St Patrick's day which isn't such a big deal for me personally, but we are coming into the potent March Equinox, and the energies are raw and rugged, reminding me of the sea as it crashes to shore.

I was in London yesterday and reading this paper on the train,( link to the article I found below) I was immediately cast adrift, in longing to be there.

There is mention of the place we return to each year toward the end. Ardmore.

http://www.standard.co.uk/lifestyle/travel/ferries/wonders-of-western-ireland-9200161.html