My Compass Points to Tra’li

Once again there’s a collection of thoughts, all conjoined yet somehow separate. It’s definitely pandemic related, focusing on the places that make you feel welcome at home, which is odd since I’ve never been to Ireland, but my home away from home is a local Irish pub that’s taken care of me throughout the pandemic. If you get a chance stop by Tra’li, they’re as genuine as they come. To hear them talk about where they’re from and how they try to bring that feeling of home here is somehow centering when a lot of people feel lost. It has become a mythical entity, an Oz or Narnia of bliss in these weird times. My compass doesn’t point north, it points to Ireland. Or at least to Tra’li.

Next step: the Wild Atlantic Way: isles, bays, lighthouses, distilleries, and more. I want a castle from Roscommon and the bridge from Nenagh and waves upon waves of sea lavender. Somehow all woven into a yew tree. And maybe a few more pours of Jameson black barrel.