To put to words what this Wild West Irish Celtic Pilgrimage experience meant to me would be trying to weave a tapestry from fairy tales and stardust. Less poetically and with more practicality, this tour [and that word does this event so little justice it’s almost insulting] defied all expectations and shattered all preconceived ideas of what an exploration of the Wild Irish West could be.
Never in my life have I been treated with such love, respect, & understanding– nor enveloped so completely and comfortably by total strangers [most of whom became close personal friends] and what felt like the entire country of Ireland. There is such a sense of camaraderie & good natured sincerity about Michael, Trish, Geraldine and the whole adventure. The wildness is less about the rolling fields and prickling forests, but rather, about letting go of one’s inhibitions and fully experiencing what the Waugh/Jenkins and their friends have to offer. To celebrate this Celtic quest is to become kin with the land and her people. WWIT is no exception, albeit, exceptional in that.
There is nothing I wouldn’t give to return again and again as guided by Michael & co. Everything about the trip was harmonious, well-thought- out, and encouraging for the soul. I felt healed to be there; blessed, and thankful.
You simply must go yourselves to understand what I’m trying to say. I could write a dozen sonnets; pen a novel, scrawl a hundred songs [typical writer’s procrastination notwithstanding],and it still would never be enough to fully express the jubilation and exhilaration that was my tour of the Wild Irish West. Thank you all so much.”