Dreaming of Sligo

I woke up at five with dreams of Sligo on my mind. I could taste the wind passing over Knocknarea's golden slopes. I was meeting old friends, discovering new places, revisiting old haunts. A magical dream, encountering old men who sang like angels and old lovers who wrote timeless letters and poems.

Sligo is my spiritual home. Located on the West coast of Ireland, it has the wonderful qualities of sea and sky and mountains all wrapped up in good friends and happy memories. When I was lost in England in my younger days, it is where I went to discover myself. My dreams indicate that perhaps another visit is needed to re-energise these tired bones.

We all need a place to escape to and recharge. I try and make Desmond Tutu House a place like that for others, a place of welcome and shelter from the world. I like to show others places that have given me hope and inspiration close at hand in Bradford. We all must discover a place of pilgrimage that helps us find our true selves and brings us close to God. Sligo is my place, I wonder what yours is?