There is magic in Ireland.
You can feel it.
You can see in in the moss covered rocks, in the swirling mist that sweeps off mountains that loom up beside the road. You can see it in the gnarled lichen crusted trees.
There are ancient energies simmering here, available to the poets, the seers, the sensitives, to those that open their hearts.
I feel at home here.
For some reason, I feel like I have come home.
That I was always here.