MeliGoesRogue

Day two which is technically day one has so much to say. I wish I was able to use words to describe what I have seen and the words that were pressed into my souls by the rocks and the water that surround me.

The wonderful and amazing b&b that had had the pleasure of hosting me recommended a walk down to the lighthouse. Sounded good to me…until I walked down the first hill and realized that I was going to have to climb one. The “walk” proved so fruitful…not because I saw the lighthouse at the end or even because I could show you exactly on a map the tip of the island which I am so fortunate to call home for a few days…none of those things although incredible are the reason for my fruitfulness.

During this freaking trek I learned so much. I don’t know how cows and rocks and dirt can do that but alas they did. I wish I could paint this picture but I can’t so instead I’ll show you the words God painted

   The path began much like life a fairly even tread never requiring much energy simply pleased you decided to stop by for a visit. However a visit was not what this mountain had in store for me. Just as I became convinced that the path would be the walk they had promised it changed to great mountains and valleys that I would have to climb and descend. As I reached the top of the first mountain the path lay before me one too big for me to climb and yet calling to me like a siren.

So would you like to know what I saw what I now understand…why did I wait those three periods of course you want to know.

Valleys have always been described as long as I can remember as times in your life when life is not as good as the mountain tops-I’m calling bullshit. Whoever said that horseradish has clearly never climbed a mountain but more importantly they have never walked a valley.  As I trekked thru the Sheeps’s head peninsula I found that valleys are sometimes mountains that are simply being overshadowed. I climbed mountains only to find that I was actually in the bottom of a valley. Here is the thing valleys are not low peaks but rather they are accomplishments of the mountains you just climbed and rest for the next mountain you are set to climb.
Most everyone in my life except for my favorite girls in KC knows that my mountaintop is a husband and a family to care for and I’ve always worried that when I climb that mountain and find him at the top my life will become a valley. Guess what…now that mountain seems small compared to the peace the valley can offer me.

Back to Ireland-although if I’m honest I don’t think I’ll ever leave… my mind and my body may leave but the very part of my heart that says Èiree will stay forever.

Ok so I lost my train of thought not because I’m drunk off that sweet stout but because my phone died at the pub and I just got home about three hours later. I had an amazing dinner on the bay at a little pub called Arundel’s..yes like the frozen movie. Anyway I’m in bed now and too tired to be my normal self full of words and stuff. See I’m already losing my poetic touch. What douche bag is using ‘stuff’ as an adjective.

Anyway like I was saying. I am going on another adventure tomorrow and this time I will be armed with wine and cheese and a full battery on my phone. Expect big things from me tomorrow and no more of this shite.

Actually one more funny story – Arundel’s bathrooms are like rooms but unlike the restaurants in Miami the walls go all the way up and all the way down. I made a comment to the waiter /bar keep and he said ” oh yeah that’s so you girls can have a proper shite and still look each other in the eye ” umm yeah I love Ireland.

Oh yeah this is Max my new friend from he Pub.

Is breá lion Èire