England 2025- Laughton-en-le-Morthen our home for the week
There are just some places that hit you in the face with that feeling of home the first time you see it, like your heart knows. But some are a surprise that slowly envelope you in their charm and before you know it your heart is anchored and you never want to leave. I’ve have been hit hard with emotion in Cashel in Ireland, and Bath, England. The kind of emotion that comes out of nowhere with an intensity you can’t prepare yourself for. In Cashel I found myself unexpectedly running down a hill with laughter bubbling in my throat towards a ruined Abbey that I just had to reach. I *knew* it beyond a shadow of a doubt and I knew happiness. Again in Bath the feeling of utter joy, like my soul knew it and knew nothing but sweetness and contentment from that place. I described it in a previous post as my tingly hobbit feet. I genuinely get a tingling sensation in the soles of my feet when this happens. Like my feet know the familiarity of a place and feel grounded. Literally itching to...
