I'd like to share a third excerpt from my just-released memoir, Journeying Well: On Life's Rocky Trails. You can get your very own copy here to read the whole story. 

This is from the chapter, "Harley":

I knew I would return to Ireland. I was tired and content; my adventure had been more than I could have imagined. That night dreams visited me carrying scenes of oceans, hills, and narrow roads leading to heaven. All of this was accompanied by somber Irish ballads sung by a stately old Irish man in his deep baritone voice. Ballads of famines, wars, lost lives, and the leaving of Ireland’s children. His songs each ended with hope for the future and love of God, man, and Ireland. I had the deep, restful sleep of a soul who has been on a journey—a quest. I had found the peace of my Grandfather’s Ireland while traveling the countryside by motorcycle.