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And not the Irish Dose! (which means some one/thing bad or annoying)

Visiting neighbors and friends. It is a big thing. I’ve seen it happen at Himself’s family home. Neighbors, extended family, and friends popping in before the day (Christmas day itself) to wish everyone cheer and bring a little something; whether wine, food, flowers, etc. They don’t stay long, maybe an hour, and use the time to catch-up with the gossip.

Today I was invited to my neighbors’ for a Christmas Eve gathering. I admit, I did wrestle with whether I should go. I mean, Himself isn’t here and I’m not with him because some worrying events popped up back home yesterday morning and I just wasn’t in good form. It seemed awkward somehow to show up without him. Thankfully the Powers decided for me. Literally. The power went out, and where would you rather be? A lonely old house by yourself or huddled around candles with others who are laughing and making merry?

I’m glad I went. Almost everyone on our lane was there! And what’s more, they all received, read, and remembered the cards I dropped in mail slots the other day announcing my massage practice. Everyone was so nice. The atmosphere warm and comforting. I was invited by two of my neighbors for Christmas dinner tomorrow, in the event I don’t make it up to Donegal. I also found out where regular set dancing happens! I’ve been wanting to learn for ages now.

ASIDE:…. there was mulled wine tonight, which appears to make me less snarky than nogged eggs 🙂


First off, don’t risk trying to shop right now. For anything! You may be accosted by brussel sprout wielding mothers pushing their battle cart prams.

Christmas in Ireland is a huge family event. People all over the country make the long trek home. (Blahahahahahaha) I tried to say that with a straight face. I really did. The loooong journey. I’ve heard it mentioned numerous times on the radio. I just can’t take it seriously! Driving 4 hours, or gasp! 6 hours in this country apparently requires survival provisions and extra blankets in the car in case of blizzard. Ok, maybe it’s not that extreme but a 4-6 hour car ride is talked up like a massive undertaking.

This is child’s play when you come from a State where 24 hours later you are lucky if you are exiting the borders and heading into neighboring territory!

But, as with everything in Life, it’s all relative.

Seriously though, if you didn’t purchase your brussel sprouts today I’m afraid they are all gone. Ditto with the booze. The Hordes have cleaned them out already. Best hunker down and pray Stephen’s Day arrives early!

(WARNING: …I’m Home Alone…so these little Christmas missives may be posted under the influence of heavily nogged eggs)

There is a circle in Cork. Seventeen pillar stones and an altar in the south-west. This stone circle, with its sweeping views of the Sea, is aligned with the setting sun on this day. Shortest and Darkest. I am going there now; to be present as the glowing orb sinks beyond sight into the realm of Ancestors and Fair Ones. Perhaps never to return!

If I know anything about the Irish, you can be sure there was one hum-dinger of a wake held at this circle in Ages Past!

See you in the Returning Light.

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