Our Journey to Dublin

I arrived in Dublin before sunrise…

The city was buzzing just below the surface.

I hired a private car. Arriving in a new city, I find it orienting to be picked up by a warm-hearted local.

Thus beginning a series of interactions that left my thinking…

The driver asked, “What’s your name?”

“Cat.”

He said, “That’s your last name?”

I was secretly delighted.

“Oh… No.”

Interactions in the USA are casual… to a fault.

“Cantrill.”

“Ok, Ms. Cantrill.”

He went on to tell me about his two sons, 10 and 12.

After that, I met men and women at the hotel who treated each other and me with a respect I am not accustomed to receiving in the USA.

To be fair, since the home I rented didn’t allow check in until 3pm, I booked a day-use hotel room that was Fancy AF.

Here’s the room service menu:

Yes, that says “Caviar, 2,000 EUROS…”

I pampered myself…

No, not caviar, but a day-stay in a fancy hotel, amazing shower, two hour nap, waking up inside luxury. It’s a moment I am so grateful for…

Which reminds me, on the way here…

I sat in front of five Irish teenagers (and a mother).

The kids went bananas the entire flight.

An american woman sitting behind them responded with fury.

The kids didn’t care. The mother didn’t care.

I dozed as they kicked the back of my seat with vigor…

I’m going to Dublin for a week with some amazing women on an adventure of a lifetime… No group of boys, or ANYTHING is going control my mindset, but me.

I control my response to situations. Which makes me… In control of most situations.

Which is why I got a workout in this morning…

Taking a trip like this requires you to take a leap of faith. To see yourself in new ways. To see the way the world sees itself can inform a new sense of self…

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The ladies arrive soon…

Take some ‘Dublin’ into your day…

Give someone some added respect… (maybe start with yourself?)

Hugs, Cat

Day Two: Singing in the Dublin Rain

(or Making an Irish Coffee the Right Way…)

Irish coffee is not what you think…

Irish Coffee in Dublin shifted my thinking…

As Americans, we take things we are told as gospel. Our traditions don’t compare to businesses that have been in the same location for almost a thousand years… Which is why I fell in love with the ritual of making an Irish Coffee in a way that felt and tasted beautiful and romantic and bespoke… What’s the recipe? Come with me on the my next retreat and I promise to show you!

Just Enjoy the Music…

We went to a pub that featured a jam band of rotating musicians. People would come in and take the place of an existing minstral. There was no music written down anywhere, they just played as a group, from memory or from heart, or both…

An aged women approached us and scolded us for using our phones to record the show.

She said, “When you take those out, it distracts me. Just enjoy the music.”

I wanted to tell her that she didn’t realize how special the scene was… That we didn’t have community (in very many places) like this.

But then I realized that she did understand how special it was… She just wanted us to see it too…

Cliffs of Moher
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Silver Linings

These trips are transformation disguised as vacation…

Transformation is an evolution, dramatic and dreamy.

Sometimes it takes rain to make a wet cobble stone street (and your life) seem like a scene from a movie.

It’s difficult and beautiful. Challenging and rewarding.

And these women come away with something precious.

I can’t tell you what it is…

It’s different for every woman.

But I can tell you that every woman leaves with a desire to make every day they have left on earth… Count.

Hugs, from Dublin with Love… Cat

Your Inner Woman is Waiting…

Thank you…

I loved falling in love with Ireland with you…

We danced and created plans.

We drank and dreamt.

We left part of us there that we will never forget.

Thank you for loving you. Thank you for sharing you with me.

Hugs, Cat