it was absolutely amazing. the first time i ever went, and i was blessed to be there on my birthday.
im irish by descent- my great grandmother was named Katie O'Connor, bright red hair, and her parents were from County Mayo- but we flew into Dublin, went south around kerry, then cut back across.
I felt an INCREDIBLE connection with the country. I feel a distaste for suburbia at times. i love the wildnerness feeling, the wide fields of and craggy rocks, waterfalls, wild sheep.
I ran into a horse once, on its own and it stood and looked at me and then ran off, shaggy looking, if not wild maybe feral?
The defining moment was when I walked over a hill completely on a whim, and lo and behold, at the bottom of the hill was an old ruin, with a streak of sunlight falling directly on it from a cloud, like a flashlight from the heavens... breathtaking. I was so drawn to it, I walked in itand there was an old cemetary...
I did some research and found out its called Hore Abbey.
As a part of the magical community how do you feel about places? Can you be drawn to a place, and what does it mean?? Also, familiars- can that horse be some sort of spirit animal, or i dont know what?
I need some thoughts on this!
