An incredible trip to Ireland and England with my dad, and yesterday I have returned home. Â We were in The Burren in Co. Clare for an Art of Hosting and then my dad and I drove to Armagh to see the house his great grandfather was born in. Â Along the way we met some distant cousins, found the graves of our ancestors and drove through the landscape of our history. Â Afterwards we went to Engalnd and stayed with friends in Hertfordshire where we lived 30 years ago. Â Met up with some old school mates, saw Spurs play a dreadful draw at White Hart Lane and caught up with old friends and colleagues.
Today one of our Art of Hosting participants sent this lovely John O’Donohue poem along. Â O’Donohue was a poet closely associated with The Burren and I read his work on friendship the whole time I was in Clare. Â This is a good way to come back home, with the memories of a great trip behind me.
I would love to live
Like a river flows
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding
That is me at the moment, in the moment.