In Search of the Goddess: Following the Call to Kildare, Ireland

by Ruth Knafo Setton

I hear the call in the deep heart’s core. - William Butler Yeats
I heard it across the seas in the rustling forest near my home in Pennsylvania, and I heard it in the sound of the waves, and I heard it the instant we docked in the port of gritty and raw Dublin, one of my favorite cities in the world. I’ve only been here once before, for a wonderful Thanksgiving week with my son Avi, but even that short visit was enough to make me want to return. What I remember: the words of James Joyce across the window of the Guinness Storehouse as you survey Dublin over a foaming pint,...