My son Henry has very recently internalized the concept of "mine", and he often walks around the house holding a favourite toy saying "mine, miiine" over and over again. This is, of course a normal part of toddler development, and an opportunity to teach about mine, yours and sharing, but it also reminds me of the way I feel about Swords.
I woke up the other morning with a desire to visit "my" Swords. Now, I know there are many people in the area and beyond that can lay more claim to it than I, but I still feel a strong connection. I feel drawn to the place, and when I see footprints or evidence of other people at the site, I think "no! Mine!". Just like Henry and his toys.
This time last year my interest in Swords was just beginning to spark. With the snow melting, my desire to be up there has returned. My goal this year is to find out more about the personal stories of Swords. When I look up at he windows in the old store, I can feel the lives that have gone before. There is a strong presence there.
Our neighbour has many things to share with me, and we spoke at Christmas about getting together sometime to chat. I think I'll have to pay a visit soon.