Wind's Daughter

I am writing these few words with an open heart, with a soul as naked as a cliff battered by the wind. Until recently, I couldn't understand or believe that this bond was possible. It seemed dark, distant, intangible, as if I felt something inside me without being able to make it mine, as if it were there, but elusive, like an invisible presence, a light breeze that caresses my skin, a voice I couldn't hear, yet it spoke to me deep within. I wasn’t born in Ireland, but in my heart, I knew that land belonged to me, even without being aware of it.

For a long time, I ignored the call. I walked through my life as if I had always been complete, as if that connection had never existed, yet inside me, something told me there was more. I hadn't understood that my path would intertwine with that of a distant land, one that had embraced me even though I didn’t know it, even though I didn’t know it at all. It was like a dream I couldn’t make real, a whisper in the wind that brushed against me, but I couldn’t catch it.

Then, suddenly, everything changed. Like a flash that tears through the dark, I began to see clearly. The Magic I had felt for years found its name, its shape, its truth. It wasn't just a vague call, but a concrete presence, an ancient force that found me and now I can no longer ignore. It’s not just Ireland that chose me, but its Magic, which flows like wind in my veins, whispers in my dreams, speaks to me in every breath.

I can no longer avoid feeling it, living it. Every word in Irish that I speak seems to reveal a part of me I didn’t even know existed, a deep connection that allows me to breathe with the land, to feel at peace with the air around me. Every gust of wind that touches me is a call home, a promise that I was never alone, that Ireland, its Magic, has always welcomed and accepted me.

And when the wind grows stronger, when the sky darkens and clouds gather in storm, I know I have never been freer. The storm doesn’t scare me; it invigorates me. I feel like a part of that sky, a daughter of the air, capable of flying without fear. I am no longer disoriented. I now know that this bond is not a distant dream, but a reality that flows within me like a river that never stops flowing.

Ireland, thank you for calling me, and I, though late, have answered. With a heart full of gratitude and a soul ready to live this Magic that has been given to me. It’s not a burden, it’s not a weight. It’s a privilege, a gift I honor every day. And when the wind rises, when the storm finds me, I will be there, ready to dance with you.