Storyteller at heart

Scéalaí, is an Irish word for storyteller, and I wouldn't be doing my roots any justice if I didn't tell you a little tale, today. And of course, most stories, well, they start a little something like this...

“Once upon a time, there lived a girl that had lost her way. She was a strong girl, full of light and love, until a moment of darkness shadowed her path.‘Oh no’, many said. ‘Fear not,’ she would reply. ‘For without my moment in the dark, my chapters would have been incomplete, and happily-ever-after, wouldn’t have been as special to find.’”-Anonymous
Glendalough

    My very own fairy tale, began about two years ago. Let me just add that I preface the fairy, in my tale. I was off to Ireland, as part of my masters program. It was already the adventure of a lifetime, but after you add in a request from my mom, a tea cup, and the belief of the surreal, it became more than just adventure, it became the light in my path. 

    My mother, always the believer of all things magic, wanted me to take an offering to the fairies of Ireland. At first I giggled, and sarcastically replied with an, “Okay,” whatever you want sort of response. All the while, in the back of my mind I was thinking, what a sweet, little gesture, maybe a little hope in the possibility of some magic will do me good.  

    I held on to my little trinket, as the plane took off to Dublin. Nestled safely in my pocket, I clung to it for comfort during the first few days of my trip. I carried that little tea cup, wherever I went, looking for the best fairy-like spot to place my cup of hope. 

    And then, in the foothills of the Wicklow Mountains, I found the perfect spot. I took a moment, and listened to my surroundings, and headed straight for a moss covered tree off the path. I remembered my mother’s words, and made sure to greet and thank my new friends, as I placed my tea cup in the nook of the tree. 

    I spent some time alone on the paths of Glendalough that day, and in those moments, I was granted the power of belief. I changed in those moments, and my path grew clearer and clearer to me in the days that followed. I knew that I had always had it in me, too excited to try this, ready to pursue that, all the while never really knowing who I was, what I believed. Until now.

Now I know what I saw, and experienced that day in that forests of Ireland, and regardless of whether it was the fae, or a guardian angel, or both, that experience opened my mind to world of possibilities, And for that I will forever be grateful. 

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