The Wanderer

Here, at the end of my journey, I have come home. Finally, exultantly home. The quiet Irish countryside encloses me, cradling me like a baby. This is what i searched for, longed for, all my life. I can feel the bones of old Ireland, the ancient peoples who lived, loved and died here: ancient tribes who knew all the ways across the bogs into their safe structures. Their bones are strewn across Ireland, forming a network on which hangs the knowledge and homeliness of these people. My search has led to many places, and people who turned out not to be my own. Restless, never satisfied with what and where i was - moving, planning, seeking, I fled Canada to the U.S., to London, back to the U.S., and finally, here where i belong. This is my story.