First things first

As I sit here at the end of our third day in this fascinating country, I am beginning to be nudged by the guilt bug. As we walked around the beach and they found hidden caves under the boulder piles and we drove to Wicklow to see their school for the first time and have some dinner, I was having great trouble in seeing how any of it had to do with the furtherance of my book and the main reason for these travels. This guilt bug is no new visitor at my side, which is a good thing. Having encountered it enough times throughout my life, I have successfully discovered powerful methods of detaching it from my side and watching it drift away, while it wonders why it has lost so much power over me.

I simply remember that I trust.

It helped me today, alone in this country, to not dwell on what I wasn't getting done. Instead it helped remind me to live in what I was doing and trust that the things that need to happen, will. I am addressing the concerns I knew I would have starting out here. Finding a home. Finding a car. Setting up a phone (check!) and I needn't be worried about what is getting done for my research quite yet. I still have my outlines and I still have my comfortable layout of the historical archaeology I aspire to unearth while I am here. I am in great shape with what I want to accomplish. The story came with me and it didn't weigh an ounce on the flight. It was more accurately the wings with which we flew over here and its fruition is a guaranteed outcome. I am blessed with the creativity and knowledge of these amazing characters and their story.

I'm sure in a couple days I'll be right back to wondering what I'm getting done "wasting my time" getting school set up for them, and driving around looking at houses. But Again, I will look at myself in the heart and remind myself that there is no room for worry when its all filled up with trust. (And a healthy dose of realism that we HAVE to have a house. Lol) These things right now are the unknown beginnings. That when they are known, pave the avenue for the superhighway of information to flow over during my time here. After visiting a historical society or museum or with a librarian, I will want to come HOME and put my newly gathered tidbits in a dedicated space. That is what I am making the time to find now. And there is not one second ever truly wasted.

So worry, be gone. For these unknown steps are taken with great certainty. Here's to the superhighway construction crew, gettin it done.

cheers