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I was alone in the warehouse getting the organic veggies ready for the morning and listening to Irish poetry by Séamus Heaney and one of our finest Pipers Liam O'Flynn. Heartwrenching stuff.
A young fella that works in the kitchen came through and said, " I don't know if you're having the best time of your life or the worst!"
Homesickness though.
Busking in Galway in Ireland in 2003. I was sitting in Kirwan's Lane in the centre of the city which contains part of the 'Slate Nunnery' which belonged to the the Dominican nuns founded 1639. (Now 'Busker Brownes') This is a tiny Medieval lane about three and a half strides wide and not more than 100 long and tonight it is 17,500 Kms away. I used to busk down there because it was quiet and I could hear what I was playing and it had like, a vibe man. One day an Australian woman came wandering down the lane and we met and married and we live in Maitland just five doors down from the school that our daughter Róisín attended.
St.John The Baptist. It was founded by four Irish Dominican Nun's from the Kirwan's Lane Nunnery. Finnegan, Fagan, Dowley and Coghlan. They came by boat in 1867 one hundred years before I was born. Today the sports teams in the school are still named after the four Nuns; Róisín was on 'Fagan' team and proud of it. The remains of the four Sisters are laid to rest in the grounds. They would have been able to say all their prayereens as Gaeilge , in Irish. Sometimes it's not very far from home here.

If I need to really go deep in a phone conversation I wander up and sit by the Sisters. Sobering.