In joyful company we travelled through ancient Ireland. Telling stories, relating anecdotes, touching the elemental stones that compose the earliest settlements. We existed in a mythic realm.
This was a special experience.
From King John’s Castle at Limerick to Dun Aonghasa on the Arann island’s, we walked and talked, climbed hills to view the Bricklieve tombs, or stood in wonder at the Boa island stone. Sceir Court Tomb was for many a private moment to reflect on old ancestors. At Tara we pondered the tale of Diarmuid and Grainne, at Newgrange we saw wonders older still.
In time we could almost read each other’s thoughts, the fellowship deepened, and we were at one with each another and with the land we trod.
Deep spiritual moments ensued as we remembered an old friend, long time Sierra traveller, whose spirit was our guide.
Finally the Geasa lifted and we returned to the world of men, the company parted, carrying with us a little of each other.
