Our next stop was at the burial site of W.B. Yeats in southern Drumcliffe at a church cemetery. As you walked in, you saw many headstones covered in plants and flowers and little trinkets. It was touching to see that these people who died back in the 40’s still had family that would come to sit with them and offer gifts in remembrance of them, as well as the impact their lives had. I bought a drawing of W.B. Yeats from the artist there in order to remember what it felt like at that particular spot. So many souls that touches so many lives had been laid to rest here, and it left a lot of time to reflect on those I know who have passed. I walked around the back of the cemetery picking daisies, and placing them on all the gravesites I passed. My friend Megan and I did similar things in high school, so all of those memories came flooding back.
After that, we got back into the bus to travel to Sligo for lunch. Our little group stopped to pick up some take out Mexican food (of all things, right? Haha) and we sat along the river that passed through the town. It was wonderful. We all talked about the trip so far, and how glad we were that we all could come make this venture together. As our time in Sligo came to a close, we headed back to the bus, and began driving to the Glencar waterfall.
The Glencar waterfall was spectacular. As many times as I’ve seen majority of the waterfalls on our island, it was refreshing to see an entirely new one. It gave off such peaceful energy. I could have sat within the park all day long. Every pathway was so intriguing, and every bench was so inviting. I wish we could have stayed longer. This was by far one of my most favorite days so far. Each of us in the group talked the whole time, exchanging stories of our past and comparing our lives with one another. I adored it. And I adore the people I am getting to share this experience with.