The Passing Of An Irish Princess

The Passing Of An Irish Princess.

I went to a brief musical gathering today. A performance of beautiful harps and violins playing tunes from Ireland and Scandinavia. As I sat and listened to the magically graceful tunes, I closed my eyes and could picture a land far away. A land I’ve never been to, but had always been drawn to. I pictured a certain friend of mine who was also deeply connected to this lush location. A Princess. An Irish Princess to me and so many others. 

I sat at that concert emotionally exhausted, for I was one member of a very close-knit team made up of those who were losing a friend…a sister…or a daughter.

Our young, beautiful, funny Irish Princess was passing away from this earth and we could do nothing to stop it.

Hospice care…

 

 

Frightening words for those of us who have unfortunately experienced it before, and were facing it again. We knew what was coming when the words were mentioned.

So, what did we do? This unlikely band of strong women brought together serendipitously by our princess? We rallied. We rallied around the princess and showered her with love, excitement, stories, pictures, and as many adventures that her riddled body would allow her to experience.

And she was happy.

She was happy for hours. She was happy for days. She was happy for weeks. Several weeks. Was she going to beat the odds and defy what the ominous doctors had predicted?

Unfortunately… no. She was not going to beat the odds…

She didn’t beat the odds.

Our Irish Princess left us this evening. She left us to go to the fields of green and graceful winds. She left to go follow the scent of the Celtic ocean breeze. She left to go across her own horizon and be at peace. Pain free. To be at rest.

So, as I had sat at that musical gathering today and opened my eyes, I had noticed a break in the unforgiving rain we’ve had for so long. A pause. And in that pause the grey mournful clouds had opened up to make way for a glorious bright sun beam. A welcoming beam? A beam from above welcoming our Irish Princess? I’d like to think so.

Farewell beautiful princess. You shared your life with us for far too short of a time. You will be missed by many, and we will all think of you walking in heavenly Irish lavender fields. ♥

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our Lives In A Cage…

Our Lives In A Cage…

Does everyone live in a cage? A Jar? A fishbowl? To some, the city or neighborhoods and the hustle bustle that may come along with those environments are wonderful. Some people thrive on the energy, be it positive or negative. It can be alluring, the high energy and everything that comes along with it. The sounds. The smells. The people. Some crave the excitement, the noise, and the static. But to me, it’s just that. Static.

I am grateful for the times I have lived in cities and various neighborhoods. That urban life helped mold me to who I am now, and reminded me of my true roots in nature I had as a child.

 

We are all happy with the little farm we live on now, but with neighbors on both sides of me in such close proximity, sometimes I feel like I’m suffocating.

In the early morning when I go out to breathe before anyone else is awake, and for that split-second moment as the cool fog rolls across the fields, I have a sense of peace. I can pretend that I don’t see the neighbor’s home, or hear the soft hum from the vehicles on the highway a distance away. But, I still long for the quiet solitude and calm serenity of the forest. Of nature. Of what is home to me.

When my small farm and the beautiful fields that encompass a portion of it just aren’t enough for me and the vacant noise of lawn mowers trimming the pristine turfs and the ever-continuous echo from the road of people walking their dogs or biking by becomes physically piecing to my soul, I must escape.

The forest is calling.

For some it’s the mountains, others the ocean, or perhaps a beautiful park or hiking trail. To open the door to your cage or the lid to your jar, and physically take yourself to those locations can be so healing. The need to breath clean air and see all that nature has to offer is so important for our own quality of life. To touch our soul. Re-charge our batteries. Grasp what is truly in our heart.

For those of us who cannot for whatever reason reside in such locations, we live for the times that we can go. To go to the isolation. The calm. The alone, but not lonely. For nature does not judge. You can go be you and live in the moment in the sound of silence.

What calls to you, dear readers?

 

“Maybe it doesn’t matter which road we embark on. Maybe what matters is that we embark”… Barbara Hall