I closed my eyes, and a vast Irish landscape unfolded before me. My heart leapt, and emotions welled up within. This scene speaks to my soul.

I became aware of an ancient worn road underfoot, 'pilgrimage'—yes, this was the scene of pilgrimage.

Then the elation started to deplete, as I realised the many mundane steps and similar views ahead of me, yes, leading me to the steps of an ancient-old ruin, land steeped with ancient murmurs and the unseen oil of Saints' prayers from yesteryear, but still so many steps until I am to get there.

Huh, this scene feels like a depiction of life. A long journey (if you are so fortunate) of one foot in front of the others, dotted with exquisite experiences and touches with the ancient and the divine.

Some days I feel a pull so deep, it can overtake me, leaving me feeling displaced and off centre. 

It's this deep heartcry in me for connection. 

It usually starts with a longing for a sense of ‘home’, where I am connected to the sense of my true ‘me’. The cry then usually grows to longing for connection to be part of a whole, healthy deep community, for connection to family.

The cry often feels like an unexplainable gravitational pull into the land. As if the land is the one place that really knows how to connect me to who I truly am. 

There's something at the core of me, that longs to be connected to something ancient, something mystical, something pulsing with a life giving energy that is divine and ‘more’, somehow for me, that longing all feels birthed in connection to land.

God is not a source to conceptualise.
He is True Power, True Force, a Life-giving Energy beyond human recourse.

Picture the sun; imagine it gently warming your skin. Now imagine it moved a few lightyears in.
The sun is a power, a force, a burning ball of energy beyond human recourse.

Live no lies.
God is not just a source to conceptualise.
He is the Greatest of Power, the Creator of that sun, its firey force.

Picture the Earth, as it was intended to be, a garden of Eden, streaming with beauty, an essence that lasted all eternity.
Here on the Earth, inject you and me, and that's also where this Force (let's call it God) where it wants to be.

Here in the Shallows, my mind won’t be still. There is so much commotion. Pushing and pulling, demanding and assuming. It’s the noisiest of places, news and fears, propaganda and debts. Life’s swirling, life’s toiling, life’s gentle unfurling. It’s a place where I am numbed to all kinds of heart truths, to the depths, to the pains, to my shadows and to You.

I crave stillness, the quiet!

A beautiful ornamental birdcage, hanging in a forest with its door flung wide open... A flurry of colours surrounding it. Streaming with an array of birds of all variations.

Some perched inside, building courage from the stories of protection and provision told by more courageous ones.

Others, perch on the outside of the cage - calling for all to come and see, come and eat, come and sing of all the good things the Master had provided and others still, flying off to far away lands, to return laden with stories of their adventures with the Creator amongst His Creation.

A journey is set before me.

An invitation beyond.

A wilderness wandering yet a familiar sense of it being where I know I belong. I feel a draw from an intensive source of beauty, the warmth of life radiating while calling me in. I sense ancient paths, an many ancient doorways. I want to explore way beyond the shallow places I have wade in before.

Her name was Destiny, she was delicate and she was small. For a precious few months, kept hidden within, hardly do I share of how her life did begin.

I was 15 years old, aimless and lost. She came out of nowhere and at very little cost. I kept a suitcase of small little things, hidden away, some what a depiction of me in a way. It was there I carefully tuck away precious things, a treasure trove of the life I alone hoped I could bring.