Dream Impossible Things

Don't you see the starlight?

Don't you dream impossible things?

There has only been one time in my life where my heart felt like a chunk of it was torn out.

Like I lost a piece of my own self that I couldn't get back.

That moment was the moment I sat in a taxi van with my family.

We were on our way to the airport to fly home and away from Ireland.

My family was all crabby and ready to get back to Wisconsin.

I wasn’t ready.

I wasn’t ready at all.

I still had so much to do.

So much to explore.

So I drank in as much as I could one last time.

My sleepy sad eyes hung on to every little thing racing outside my window.  

The sunrise

The grass

The road

The signs

Even the fuzzy voice on the radio and the taxi man driving us away.

Something inside of me still felt very unsettling as we took off in the airplane.

It was like I was being thrown in the wrong direction.

A feeling of finding a gleaming treasure chest but then being forcibly pushed away from it just when you were about to open it.

As we reached the sky I realized something very important.

Ireland was my place.

My second home.

The place where I finally felt like I fit in.

It was the place I've been looking for all my life.

A place I felt loved in.

I was in England beforehand and I felt like a tiny bug in a beautiful rainstorm.

I wanted to explore but the surroundings were smothering.

For good old Ireland I have too many memories to write all down.

They are all blurry but so colorful and vivid.

I can still smell the brown bread in the mornings.

I can still hear the accents.

The  harps being strummed.

The twinkle in the eyes of strangers.

The amusement in the taxi drivers eyes as we rocked out to Bruno Mars among my energy less family.

I can still feel the unexpected kisses on my cheek.

The pulse of the Grand.

The soft glow and magic in the dead of night.

The happy go lucky atmosphere.

The magic of the Dart.

The sunset over Dublin.

The walk I took with my father on a long boardwalk in Dun Laoghaire  is a memory I'll hold forever.

One day, a street performer wearing a mask pulled me aside.

We talked, he kissed me on the cheek, and then told me to meet him later so I could see what he looked like without the mask.

I said I would, but I never came back to his shop.

I still feel bad…but he’s still totally waiting up for me on the corner!

Of course not every person in the world is nice.

You can’t trust anyone, but there were places and people in Ireland that made me feel like family.

On my very first night a man wanted me to dance with him in a little pub at our hotel.

My father frowned upon it so I had to sneak my way in..by the time I made it the music was over.

I’ll never forget the time my mother covered my brother in sunscreen that they didn’t know had glitter in it!

I explored my favorite town(Killarney) all alone and was swept away by its charm. It was an adventure of my very own.

The Gaol in Dublin taught me the most.

The day before my birthday I was chosen to portray a Princess while learning about Irish history.

Most memories are feelings of greatness.

Greatness that I cannot put into words.

It all seemed like an impossible never ending dream.

Recently, this beautiful country has been making headlines due to the referendum passing. (Hooray!)

My father is ashamed of Ireland..but I am very proud.

The world may have disputes but there is one thing I know for certain:

I am still returning.

I’ll be back soon Ireland.

Keep on dreaming impossible things.

Because you made some impossible dreams become possible.

 I love you.

 I miss you.

Your Kathryn

The whole place was dressed to the nines

and we were dancing

dancing like we're made of starlight

We were silenced by the night

but you and I we're going to rise again

Reviews

[Richard Guimond]

Lucky your eye to have seeen the emerald Ilse
Lucky your hearth to have felt the magic of Erin
Lucky was Eire to be loved by someone like you

I'm but French Canadian but must have been Irish along my path thank you for your visit
That one that wanted to dance may have been of the Good People, a leprechaun, a fae
Maybe if the music didn't stop you wouldn't have fund the way back to your home

[Stephen]

Wow. You made me want to go to Ireland myself. You painted a beautiful enchanting picture and I now want to go. I really enjoyed reading, thankyou so much for sharing and I enjoyed the pictures as well.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing journey with you. I liked the photos a lot. You wrote of Ireland with love and concern. I enjoyed the story and your thoughts. Thank you for sharing the outstanding story.
Coyote

[wordman]

beautiful poetry,beautiful country,beautiful photos,and you have a beautiful soul..

[C]

The story is so good. I love the beautiful photographs you added. The truth is that it made me really wanderlust and go to Ireland! Thanks for sharing this! :)

[Gerry Legister]

Uplifting words accompanied by some wonderful pictures