Saturday Dé Sathrain
My day started with watching a bird hop acrss the grass and path from my front window as I am starting to pack and leave Glen Colm Cille for Sligo. I light a candle to connect and prayer. I cannot help watch this bird who seems to be saying this is what I am doing – the hopping and connecting with my surroundings.

On my way out of Glen Colmcille, I stop at the church to light three candles. One for Matt, Kristin, and baby. Matt has called me Kristin went into labor and then it stopped.

A Thiarna

Go gcaithe an coinneaí seo solas dom
In am an ghatair agus cinnúna
Go raibh sé ina thine agat a dhofaidh díom
Smál an diomas, an leithleachais, agus na mígheanmnaíocha

Go raibh sé ina laisair
Go bhfearas do theochroí is theach a m’ucht
Do mo chlann, mo chommharsana agus doibh siud a geastar orm
Trí idirghuí na Maighdine Muire
Cuirin faoi do choimirce
Iad siúd is cuimhneach liom go háirithe

Ní thig liom fanacht anse I bhfad leact I do dtheach
Is mian liom giota díom fein a thabhairt duit
Cuidigh liom leatsan leis and ghuí seo
I ngach rud a dheanaim inniu

is ro-deachcar cinnúna ata agam – I conaí I c’en aith?

I arrive at Knocknarea exactly at 3:00 p.m. to meet Michael Middleton who is renting this little flat to me. We have tea and strawberries. I learn more about who he is. This is really an unusal situation. Am I meant to be here - is this the edge place for me to connect between two worlds?

The rest of the time is a settling in time. I travel down to Sligo to shop for supper. On my way I see a double rainbow.

I am settled even if not fully unpacked.