Sunday, 22 April 2012

Crann Og gets under your skin

I'm having such withdrawal symptoms from Crann Og, or from my holiday, or from whatever.
I'm wrecked, withdrawn, shaky, my brain is not functioning right. I feel like I need to sleep for a week, or download a new programme for my brain. I'm considering packing up my kids and going to farm in the countryside.
I feel this city life is stifling our brains, our bodies, our creativity. I want my kids to run free with dogs at their side. I want to breathe in clean air each morning. I want to drink fresh water from a well. I want to stoke a fire, flip pancakes and really be present with my family each minute. I don't want to be checking Facebook. I don't need to hear the latest tv programme sensation is great. I don't want to be asked when is Charlie starting school. I just want to be free. I want to feed chickens. I want to grow my own vegetables. I want to dance, sing, express what I am without anyone judging me.
This is my epiphany I have felt coming for a while. This is my calling. I need to be in nature. I need to be living simply. I can't do small talk about babies bedtimes.
I want to sell my house and buy a small cottage. I want to give away all the stuff we don't need. We have a linen cupboard full of white towels, of which we use six. We have an attic full of... stuff. I want to walk by a babbling brook. I want to paint, to draw, to sketch. I want to throw my tv out the window. I want to sit around a dining table and chat to people all night, a child or a dog on my knee and a glass of wine in my hand. I want to bake bread and brew nettle tea. I want to make elderflower wine. I don't even know what an elderflower looks like, but I love the sound of it.
I want to tune into life. I want to feel what I feel. I want to listen to my heart. I want to connect with the earth. I want to dance to drums. I want to learn to drum. I want to make my own clothes. I want to walk barefoot. I want, I want, I want.

This is what happens when you spend a few days at Crann Og in Co. Galway. You are in serious danger of changing your whole life.

When my heart has calmed down and I've searched all the cottages for sale in the immediate vicinity of Gort, Co. Galway I will post photos and a thorough review. x


  1. oh i'm looking forward to reading and seeing what you were up to. and i hate that i didn't get the chance to meet up! next time.. for sure.

    elderflower wine this summer- look them up and you will suddenly start seeing them EVERYWHERE. and then this autumn you can make some elderberry syrup for coughs and colds.

    i've been craving my own bit of earth too... sigh. my little secret garden

  2. Go for it Niamh! We moved from suburban NJ to rural Donegal over 26years ago and have never regretted it. It's a wonderful place to raise a family. You are very welcome to visit us in Donegal- we sit on top of a mountain and overlook Lough Foyle. Sometimes in the rush of life, I have to remind myself to step back and look at where we are actually blessed to live. Good luck on your journey and I hope you find the perfect place for you and yours!

  3. I could have written this post Niamh. City life is draining...I hate that my 2year old's locality is buses, lanes, taxis, huge supermarkets, people smoking on every corner, sirens...we went for a big drive out towards Wicklow looking up & trying to figure out the rest of our lives! Sigh is right! On the plus the city we have wonderful friends, festivals, groups, fun, variety...but my soul needs the country I think...& I want that for my kids xxx


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