Whispers of the Celtic Soul Doll: A Journey Through Sacred Lands - Baltinglass
After a night's rest, we were ready to leave Dublin and journey to Baltinglass. The morning was a whirlwind, as I observed my owner and her daughter, deep in conversation, making plans for the day ahead. The energy between them was frazzled- fatigue lingering from our travels- but the excitement of what lay ahead kept them moving forward. Soon, it was decided we would meet the parents of Siobhán, the woman we were visiting, and they would take us to Baltinglass.
Though my companions seemed weary, the trip was smooth. I stayed tucked away in my box, hidden from the outside world as the train carried us onward. I could feel the energy of the land shifting with every mile, the air changing, thick with anticipation. Though I couldn't see the landscape yet, I sensed its call, ancient and powerful. The pull of Baltinglass grew stronger as we neared, and I knew that soon we would arrive in a place where time seemed to stand still.
When we arrived at Siobhán’s parents, I remained in the vehicle as my companions ventured off to visit the grave of Arthur Jenn. Led by a man named Patty, who was both charming and witty, they returned from their journey full of excitement and joy. Tucked securely in my box, I listened to their laughter and lively conversations, wondering what I had missed. Though I was curious, I remained patient, knowing that my time would come soon enough.
I had heard whispers before we left, about the sacred lands where we would stay. A place with a newly planted tree circle and the beginnings of a stone circle- both ancient symbols of connection and power. I remained in my box, my anticipation growing, knowing that soon I would be part of something much greater. Sacred lands awaited, and I was ready for the journey to unfold.
When I finally arrived at the sacred lands and was brought out of my box, it was clear that this was no ordinary place. The air was thick with history, with stories of old. I could feel the land’s ancient memories—the joy, the pain, the wisdom embedded in the soil. The voices of the past whispered through the wind. Together with my keeper, we traveled to sacred sites where she captured my picture. Each place we visited held its own memory, its own resonance.
I knew then that I wasn’t just passing through; I was gathering pieces of these lands to bring home, carrying the sacred energy of each site with me. As my journey continues, I know that the beauty of Ireland’s ancient landscapes and its deep-rooted energies will remain with me, guiding me, even as I return home, changed forever by the connection to this sacred place.
