Walking the hills of Ireland today that dull, achey longing at long last dulled— “I am here!” — I was there, and the part of me still there now implores: “Your longing for that land? “Bring it to this land, “Wherever you are. “Yell it as high as it cries, “Whisper it when it can’t any longer.” And I know the birds and the moss and the water… And that is enough. --- ![[IMG_2879.png]]