Ireland Diaries: Prologue
Over the familiar chime of the door as I walked into Black Press, a local coffee shop and one of my longtime haunts, I overheard the barista talking with a customer about their upcoming move down the street to a suite in a brand-new shopping center right in the middle of town. "Yeah", she said, "Sunday is our last day here. We'll be moving in and ready to go at the new place on Monday." "Sunday", I thought... "Sunday is the day I move to Ireland." I expressed this to the barista and told her it looked like I'd be leaving with the old building. "An end of an era..." she said. Truly, it is. I am moving to Ireland. It sounds so wholly random to the average ear, but unbeknownst to many, I have long held a deep spiritual connection to the British Isles - the lands of my Celtic ancestors, and Ireland especially has always occupied a special place in my heart. As if the ...

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