I cherish those small moments of transformation. They happen to me rarely, but when they do, I find myself significantly altered for the good of the universe. All it usually takes is some time set apart from everything else. An interlude of solitary bedazzlement, if you will. Yesterday, it was a morning walk. I cannot quite explain how it made me feel, except to say that for one brief moment it felt as if I were several people inhabiting a single soul. My thoughts were those of my present self, thoughts filled with a touch of wisdom and years of experiences, but also that of a young girl, embracing the warmth of the sun on her face in pure, unstained gratification to the Keeper of the Stars. With those two, I was also cognizant of the third part of myself, the one who plans for things to come. Visions of the grandmother I may someday be, a mother with the empty nest and loads of time on her hands, or the one who once had so many dreams, but they got lost little by little along the way as life turned to obligation, obligation turned to love and love to sacrifice. All these played a role yesterday. Still, another part of me was thinking that perhaps it won’t be too late to live some of those dreams after all. Hope is a wonderful thing. And now, I find myself writing this entry on a blog that, honestly, I’ve never read before, in an attempt to win a trip to Ireland. This trip would be life-altering for sure.
Sometimes small moments build up to a great reckoning. An awareness that may not have been there before. I cherish these moments. I would consider going to Ireland as one of these extraordinary moments. After all, it has been on my “bucket list” for many years. It is one of those life-altering trips that I’d always planned to take, but never could. Life has a way of doing that to a person. My grandfather informed me that our ancestors came from Ireland and Scotland long ago and that some of them were from a clan of warriors who may have fought alongside Sir William Wallace. Though I’m not certain if he has evidence to back his claim, I have done some research on my own and have discovered that our name does, indeed, have ties to Ireland. This intrigues me beyond words. If it weren’t for monetary limitations still holding me back today, I am certain I would’ve already experienced an interlude of so-called bedazzlement on the shores of the Emerald Isle. I would’ve visited ancient castles and offered “cheers” in some dimly-lit, oceanic pub. I have felt for some time now that I am destined for a venture such as this. Perhaps the fates are at work here, ensuring my travel plans for me. Only time will tell.
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