Heavy rain all day today. All my prayers for rain in Santa Fe this summer seem to be coming to fruition only now and here in Ireland. Despite the cold rain, wind and thick mist—I made my first visit to Tara and Loughcrew. I would have loved to sit there and just be in both places, but rain and mud cancelled that idea. But still, even with all that, especially at Tara, I could see/feel at last some of the great Light and Love pouring out of the land. The tour guide saved the day. Another wonderful Irishman, awash in history and stories delivered with great enthusiasm. I wish I could remember even half of them. Both yesterday and Tuesday, I was impressed by strong parallels between Lakota stories and spiritual traditions and ancient Irish history. Also one piece of information some of you may enjoy—The Gaelic language has been fed by both ancient Sanskrit and—wait for it—the ancient language of Kazakhstan. No kidding!

The sun did come out for awhile on Wednesday afternoon, revealing the glowing green glories of the Emerald Isle. We drove through some lush and gorgeous countryside and visited the exquisite grounds of Fore Abbey. Photo below.

Will return to Tara on Sunday, when the outlook is for sun. May it be so.