It’s been a while since I’ve wrote. Things haven’t been the best for me. I’m still working at the newspaper, but many things have changed.
I know I usually write about my trips and the things that happen on them. But, today I’m going to write about something different. It’s something that has been bothering me for a long time. So, here it goes!
In a previous post I talked about visiting my ancestor’s church and afterwards we decided to check out the town of Trim. I’m glad we did because I was starving! Before we grabbed a bite to eat though we took a stroll around the outside of Trim Castle.
All of my life I have been told I am Irish. Or at least part Irish. Before I knew just how much….or little Irish I am; I went in search of my Irish ancestors. I mean why not I was IN Ireland after all.
I can understand how Saint Patrick found God on this mountain. I can’t really describe exactly how I felt sitting on Slemish. It was one of the most peaceful moments of my life I do believe. I had tears in my eyes as I thought about how much my grandmother would have loved to be there.
I have to say that I am pretty lucky in the friend department. I am lucky in that they are so giving, kind, generous and just all around amazing people. Some of these friends I only just recently met and I feel like I’ve known them for ages.
Even though it was a fairly clear day the banks of the creek were extremely muddy and difficult to navigate. Somehow I managed not to fall down while trying to get to the creek. This was only the start to slipping and sliding in the muddy trail.