Welcome to Following the Whispers blog
Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Telling the truth Tuesday - from Killarney
Our night on the farm with the Irish family was, indeed, very special, and one of the highlights of the trip. Not only was Gretta a phenomenal cook (the best scones I've ever tasted), but we ended up having a totally unexpected serious conversation. It started with Shawn's (thehubby) shrine to Obama. In the sitting room is an Obama cap, a flag, his book, and a vote sign. Shawn loves American politics and particularly Obama. He was thrilled to get some Americans who also love Obama. Apparently mostly Republicans visit Ireland! Or at least Shawn's farm.
After dinner, Shawn asked me what I do. When he asked what I write and I told him memoir, he wanted to know what my book was about. He got quiet after I told him about being sexually abused as a young child and how hard my life was until I met Gary. Then he started talking about his 27-year-old son, and the girlfriend who has he and Gretta quite worried about their boy. It sounded as if she has some emotional problems that need professional help. Shawn poured his heart out to me. We sat for over two hours talking about the situation. Remarkably moving and profound experience to get that close to someone that quickly.
Today we visited Blarney Castle, home of the Blarney stone. It was pouring down rain. It turns out, there are woods surround the castle lands, and within those woods is an old Druid site, with standing stones and ancient oak and yew trees. Upon entering these woods, I can only tell you that I felt magic. It was as if the ancient energy of the spiritual people there entered me and I was filled with magical energy. We also climbed to the top of the castle to kiss the blarney stone. Apparently it gives one the gift of eloquence. Hopefully I will carry that gift into my writing when I get home.
We are finally in one hotel for the next three nights. Tomorrow we will tour the Ring of Kerry and some more standing stones.
My Tuesday truth: We all need to seek the magic in this world. It abounds, if we open ourselves to it.
The trip is everything I'd hoped for and more.
Blessings to all of you,