I come from a small green land, a land rich with musicians and rebels, poets and playwrights saints and scholars. A land full of people that are always willing and able to party into the wee small hours. Where craic agus ceol (music and fun) is the national motto. Admittedly this land has changed greatly since I left its wild shores. It has become, faster, bigger, more multicultural. With some wonderful worldly influences beginning to change its beautiful green face. However I think the essence of Irish-ness will never be lost.
I now live in a huge brown land on the opposite side of the world, a land brimming with multiculturalism, unique wildlife and diverse landscapes from rainforest to desert. This land’s people are so relaxed they insist on shortening even the smallest of words. Its newscaster’s are even allowed to shorten their reel, ambo’s and polies the accepted words for paramedics and politicians. I love this about Australia, its casual attitude to life.
After living in Australia for eight years. I had an opportunity to return to my beloved homeland for three whole months with my two young boys, the youngest being only 10 weeks. Why my baby joey was so young when we travelled is another story to tell.
In the northern summer of 2013 we reconnected with my home. My boys made memories with their gorgeous fair headed Irish cousins. Being so young their memories would be hazy, and I knew I wanted to remember this special time.
For almost four years living in Australia I was very very homesick. It genuinely took me a whole four years to accept that this brown land was my new home. In my second year I had decided enough was enough. I was dreaming of home almost every night, people from my past whom I would never ever think of would feature in my dreams. As if beckoning me back to the mountains and fields of green. I awoke one night at about 3AM, the darkness was messing with my mind. Why is it that three in the morning always seems to be the time when you have a revelation about your life, but you are unable to do anything about it until daylight.
So homesick was I, I visited a fortune teller in the hope of finding my answer. I was drawn to a Russian psychic, with wispy grey hair, bony hands and wolf -like grey eyes. She told me I needed to return home before I would settle. Waking at three am that night I heard a voice, loudly and clearly say to me, “you must go home”, “go home”. I telephoned my family, I told them I wanted to come back. I told them how everyone and everything Irish was enticing me home, pleading me to return to its welcoming shores.
My Dad gave me some words to ponder, words that will always stay with me. Words that hurt me so badly, I still bare the wounds. Like most pieces of advice given to you by someone whom loves you, his words were simply meant to be kind and not cruel.
He told me to stay where I was. My wise father, advised me to grow up and be strong, to leave behind the emotions and look ahead to a brighter future, for myself and my future children.
Ireland was going under, and I was better off in this land of opportunity. This was just before the 2008 world wide recession, and how right our wise Papa was.
Three months passed and we barely left their local village. So content was I to drive the few miles between their houses amongst the mountains. My family continually asked me if I was bored. This was amazing to me, to have my family so close, that I could pop up for tea and a chat at a moments notice. The scenery is always something I miss and I was reveling in its greenness. I was where I wanted to be, watching him grow stronger every day. That was all I wanted, that was exactly what I had been missing in the last 8 year’s. The every day, the boring stuff that they take for granted.
My sister’s and I, we have most likely learned much about each other. Our bond has always been strong, but hanging out together as adults with our own children allowed us to see different sides of each other. I knew I wanted to record these special days, I started to keep an electronic diary, an “App” on my phone. Then I started to think about all the photographs I was taking, all those memories frozen in time. One night while having some me time, my boys sleeping upstairs in our cosy loft, I decided on a whim to start a blog.
So that is the story of why I started this blog. Throughout you will find snippets of our ordinary days in Ireland, lazying about, enjoying the beautiful mountain scenery, talking, bickering, laughing, loving and most importantly growing.
I wondered if I would be able to continue to record my days in this way, just living, day to day with my little family back in Australia. Soon after, in October I took on a 31 Day challenge, this really opened up the blogging world to me and I rediscovered my love of writing.
I would highly recommend anybody taking on such a challenge on their blog if they are looking for direction, it really makes you dig deep. Since this challenge I have discovered the wonderful and inspiring words of others and it has got me totally and utterly hooked.
So please, I would love if you could follow me as we filter through the snippets and spirits of this beautiful life.
I still have not pondered on my time in Ireland with my boys, I am yet to sort through my thousands of photos, I do feel a story is near however. I feel like I am ready to remember and enjoy.