I’ve been asked a few times how does it feel to be Irish. Now that’s a hard question to answer! I’ve always put my crazy sense of humour down to my Irish heritage and I surrendered a long time ago to the illusion that the rest of the world secretly envies us our Irishness especially on March 17th!
You only have to go on the Ireland tourism site and you will see advertised that indeed Ireland is beautiful with its misty landscapes, more than congenial folk and “You can kiss the Blarney stone and get the gift of gab!”…
I guess it depends mostly on who you are but being Irish for me has always held a sense of the mystical and it means you can have red hair and freckles, no explanation necessary. It means never having to say your sorry.. :-).. It means the ability to be your best when you are at your worst…
Being Irish means you don’t have the foggiest idea how to speak Irish!
Copyright Es-tee Miller
“Being Irish is very much a part of who I am. I take it everywhere with me”..Colin Farrell