If I were a believer in omens and signs, I would start packing my suitcase, certain I should be leaving for Ireland on tomorrow morning’s bus.
I sometimes don’t go out for weeks—no months—at a time, and now I’ve seen two live Irish performances within the span of four days.
Coincidence?!?!? I think not.
On Wednesday, I saw a live performance of Celtic Woman—Isle of Hope. And last night, our community theater had a performance by local musician Mikko Cowdery, freshly back from Ireland, playing all the new songs he learned while crawling through pubs in the land of leprechauns.
One of the great things about Mikko’s show is the troupe of area musicians he brings to the stage with him. Their ages range from 6 to 66, and he has a talent for spotting brand new talent—from the little 6-year-old river dancer with her bobbing blonde curls to the 16-year-old phenomenon fiddler to the guitar-playing retired orthopaedic surgeon to the “Wild Rover” singing 12-year-old boy whose changing voice makes the song even more endearing.
So I’m packing my bags and waiting for my tickets to County Cork to arrive. I am mighty sure, firmly convinced, that this can’t be a coincidence.
And sure as me name is Granny O’Blogger, I’ll be in Dublin afore ye.