Always Gold to Me

There are more things that should be considered precious than actually are. And I am not just simply talking Gollum in a cave holding his precious to him, humming to himself and reminiscing about that nice raw fish he had for lunch. Though that is precious! I have a certain soft spot for the little guy. But a different precious entirely. The sort of precious that causes you to stop what you are doing to glance fondly at the wooden congreve Cube that someone labored to make for you, and it's not just the Cube (though it possesses all sorts of magical qualities and a potential to do unbelievably great things) but it's the hands which crafted it, that cut themselves once or twice in the making and that proudly presented me with my Cube.

That is what is precious.

Can you believe that we forget that? That in our hackled times we look at those most precious to us as something to irk us. That get's under our skin.

But in other moments, when we are relaxed and happy as fat housecats on a potted plant we truly see all of our dear precious beings around us. Sometimes you have to leave for some time. Others take a walk. Or even sometimes if you are especially wide-eyed you can look up and see them there, standing before you with all that they are worth wreathing them in the light of a slightly perfect and even more strange being deserves! That's what happens to the luckiest of us. We actually see our friends, family, our strangers and our future for all that they are worth: precious people. As Winnie the Pooh once said, "How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard." Because we are surrounded by the most precious things there can be and that's just the people that we love. And who is begrudging enough to truly withhold our love from any one? Every last Gollum, every Dumbledore, each and every Steve. They could do with the opportunity to be precious. And that's what I want to do more of. Make my preciouses feel precious and know that they are precious. As precious as any gem, any seven wonder, any star. And even more so. Because they have always been gold to me. And hopefully that will do them good. For that's what they have each done for me. So thank you precious, thank you.

Even these two, they have been vital and precious and always will remain so. 

Thank you world. Stay safe. 

Sincerely, Abigail 

How am I getting home?

This is it, I am in Dublin, safely in the Abigail's (yes, that's exactly how it worked out) Hostel. Thanks Ab, your a keeper I am sure of it! And through the kind graces of Fealuanauu, yes that was her real name, who Theresa and I met on the ferry, we sat in a nice companionable silence and then began chatting and Theresa and the Welshie simply clicked! Stories and thoughts on horses, riding and country music. Yes, they like country music out here! But the Welshie's sweet Irish Dad came and gave us a ride out to Abigail's or else we would have doomed to a fate of walking here. Just like those emaciated statues lining the pavement from the Irish famine. Half dead on our feet! How does travel wipe you out so? It has a knack for me! But now is that moment where you are looking about you and all those moments you were looking forward to and could barely see ahead of you before are tripping along happily by your side, new friends and companions to keep your soul a little brighter when those travelless days come! As Debra said,

You won't ever forget this will you? 

Never, not as long as I live will Wales leave my heart! And as Theresa has been very consistently reminding me, we are coming back. Yea, we are! It's inevitable, I fell in love with everything wet, wild and green out there and quite a few dry things as well! Oh if you could only just begin to imagine their library! Holy Crepe! It's a good one to say the least. Ah, Wales you will now remain one of those countries encircled with faint, golden haze reserved for all things fantastic, reverently special and gut-bustingly funny. This is for you Wales!



            CHEERS!