When I was a little girl, I was fascinated with everything magical. I would search the yard for four-leaf clovers. I would look for rainbows right before rainstorms. I would have scavenger hunts for fairies. My favorite color is green. I listen to Celtic music to relax and meditate. I named one of my sons, Patrick. I love everything Irish.
This morning, in my worst possible Irish accent, I tickled my sweet son, Luke, and said, “Happy St. Patty’s Day.” He wasn’t impressed!
When I finally visited the land of the fairies, I was in awed of the thousand shades of green that reside in the Emerald Isle. A sweet older Irish gentleman told me in a pub that God takes vacation in Ireland because it’s the loveliest place on earth. As I traveled with my friend through the landscape, I believed him. I felt exuberant, joyful, and at peace. I have been to many places but the beauty that creates that island is seriously mouth-dropping gorgeous.
There is mysticism there. There is a connection to Source. I may never understand it, but I do know it’s a past-life thing.
St. Patrick’s Day is one of my favorite holidays. It’s not just the color, but the fun energy behind it. It’s not just the festivities (which I don’t really celebrate) but the stories. For decades I would joke and tell strangers that I was Irish trapped in a Puerto Rican body. It was a facade and I was really from County Clare… I would even go into details describing the stone house near the cliffs overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. This was before I actually went to Ireland. I may have embellished a lot, which feels very Irish to me.
May you encounter a little Leprechaun with a bag of gold or on the box of Lucky Charms. May the fairies leave you goodies throughout the night. And, may you find joy in the simple things in life. May you enjoy today.
Sending Irish blessings and more.
I love you,