Shedding…

Some time ago I decided to create a life that I didn’t need to holiday from.

The majority of my life has been lived in this way, moving, adventuring, trying new things.

It’s not that I can’t commit or that I don’t like to nest, I love both of those things. I’m just a mover.

When I was younger it was just me, and then just Greg and me. No one questions you when you’re young and moving. Everyone’s doing it.

I am also a minimalist. Again, I’ve always lived like this, wanting less, letting go, moving on from situations that don’t serve me well.

As we leave Ireland after 3 months of slow, quiet living to hit the road in our 6 berth camper for the next 5 months I think it’s important to acknowledge that a trip like this and living like this isn’t something that you do overnight. It’s also why this doesn’t feel like a holiday for me, it’s the next life chapter.

This post uses photos from a recent camper trip to County Kerry, no doubt Ireland has a little of my heart. It’s a lyrical country with a language that sings and a landscape that touches your soul. There’s a reason so many poets and writers come from Ireland. As Seamus Heaney said ‘it’s the thing that’s in the air and part of who we are’.

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The wild west…

 

On this particular afternoon at the beginning of February I answered the call of the roaring wind.

I ran a little further into the rain to the top of the cliff and stood in it, head on. It was wild and revealingly thrilling.

An awakening that can only happen when there is solitude and space and an openness to feel.

We’d been here just over a month. The high of the newness was wearing off and a new phase, new feelings had started brewing.

Here on this cliff I knew I was me. A truth revealed. This life, this choice, being exposed in this unknown journey was far less scary than the idea of permanence, of what could have been.

How easily I could have slipped into the other life we had planned. The one we thought we wanted, the one that seemed ‘normal’, easier. Yet, for me, it wasn’t.

Something deep down was unleashed here on this cliff in this moment, something strong and powerful and raw.

The perfect prelude to a trip we would do later in the month into the wild west of Ireland.

Let me take you there. I’ll even share our first dad or in our case papa joke.

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