Transplanted ...

and lessons learned along the way

The past couple of years have been a season of transplanting. Uprooting from one culture and relocating back to our home (and yet no longer feeling at home) culture. For sure the smell and feel of the green grass reignites deep sensations but in other ways, there’s a lostness. Like the priest in Brian Friel’s play Dancing at Lughnasa who comes home af…