In the back of my mind, Ireland existed as one of the holy spots on Earth that I would someday visit. A page about Dublin in our English reading comprehension class in school. A description of "The Emerald Isle" in the Encyclopedia. Nora Roberts' "Jewels of The Sun" when I was a teenager. And then a tape of the show, "The Lord of The Dance". These and many more were all the flashcards that came up in my life that enticed me and told me that Ireland was a magical place. I even secretly hoped for so long that I would someday have a place in Ireland...Would I?
After my pilgrimage in Bali, I came back reeling to my corporate job. The yearning began to grow uncontrollably for a place to truly belong in. My heart is still waiting for me in Bali...what would Ireland do to me?