On Saturday September 20th I participated in the Sedona Celtic Harvest Festival and it was a turning point in my life. I have been blessed and challenged throughout my life, however the opportunities have outweighed any struggle. Sedona was my Cinderella day. I performed for the first time in public surrounded by bagpipes and the magic of the red rock.
The drive up began to take on a new dimension from the desert floor to rolling hills of Eire. I am not Celtic however I had a step-grandfather,Patrick Timothy Murphy from County Cork, Ireland, as a guardian and support. He told me tales and made me feel as if I may have been a lost fairy princess, or maybe a warrior who could always find my way home. He gave me a sense of right and wrong and taught me that faith with a touch of magic would always see me through. Then I came home to the SMCC Storytelling Institute and not only found my voice and lit a passion, but found a home.
To the group that went up that day and to Liz and the families that came to support: Thank you!
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