A bus between Limerick and Tralee, which is really one of several between Athlone and Dingle.

[jacktellslies]

Written 30/7/08

Before I left, I was told that my grandmother will pray for me every day while I'm gone, and that she knows that I am capable.

And every day thus far, there has been a moment where things seemed rather close to going wrong. Nothing devastating or dangerous, mind. As I keep reminding myself, the worst case scenario is that I have to take a nice walk in Ireland until I've sorted things or rearranged my plans a bit. (Oh no. Not that.) Thus far these adventures in getting from one place to another feel more like extremely rewarding little puzzles than frustrations. But every day there is a moment where I didn't know how to get where I have to go, or where it seemed that a bus I needed would be missed, or didn't exist at all. And every time I've guessed, made a turn on a whim, and found the house for which I was looking right there in front of me. I find the station in less time that it would have taken me to get there had I known where I was going, and somehow manage to climb onto the bus at the very last possible moment. Serendipity. I've always been good for that, but not half this often. I thank my grandmother for it every time.

Comments

[marnanel.livejournal.com]

Grandmotherly intervention and trusting to fortuity solves so many problems. (Why else, indeed, would there be so much devotion to St Ann?)

[jezebellydancer.livejournal.com]

And I've been asking Saint (Goddess) Brigit to watch over you as well.

Tonight we're doing a Lughnasad ritual (for Lugh of course), today is the day the Mother turns Crone and Lugh sacrifices himself for the Harvest. I'll throw some corn meal on the bonfire for you.

[chronographia.livejournal.com]

I am doing my very best for you as well, and not praying for you. Unorthodox Discordian prayers are a bit like not thinking about blue monkeys. It seems to be working well so far.