What is Irishness?
For me, Irishness is climbing a mountain that hasn’t been climbed in years,
sitting on its top and hearing nothing but the wind howling.
For me, Irishness is crossing meadows accompanied by nothing but
the neverending sheep.
For me, Irishness is to have a bad day, yet to see the smiles and joy upon the people’s faces enough to bring you up again.
For me, Irishness is singing and dancing to the enchanting traditional music with a bunch of strangers you’ve never seen before.
For me, Irishness is to walk in the heavy fog and feel how the tales about leprechauns and faeries come to life around you.
For me, Irishness is the “have a lovely day” or “what’s cracken lad“? by the stranger on the street.
For me, Irishness is the will to help people, and to do it with joy.
No, I’m not Irish, and I will never be Irish. But Irishness is utterly contagious, and oh dear, how infected am I. I’ve come to the realization that no matter where I will drag myself around the globe, I will bring Ireland with me, as by now it’s an inseparable part of who I am.
I have left a piece of my heart in Ireland, but it’s not forgotten, it’s guarded by the sheep, safe and sound, until I’ll be back to take it.