ABOUT CELTIC MEANDERINGS

Have you ever felt like you were meant to find your past? I’m an ancestral orphan — still finding my way home. Come meander with me.

I grew up without roots. Five kids, a home that moved almost every year, and a family that didn’t talk about where we came from. I stopped making friends because I knew we’d leave. I stopped asking questions because the answers were always different. I grew up feeling like I didn’t belong anywhere. I couldn’t connect to a place, a people, or even a story.

My epiphany didn’t come until I was well into my thirties. It was then that I started to learn who I was.

It happened the way the best things do — unexpectedly, on an ordinary afternoon. My boys and I were bored on a weekend in Texas, so we meandered into a Scottish Highland Games. At the clan tents, a woman looked up my maiden name, Lundy, and told me I belonged to Clan MacDuff of Scotland.
Something shifted in me that day. And it was like the sky opened up.

I went home and devoured everything I could find. Then I did my DNA. I followed every thread. And slowly, the woman who had never belonged anywhere began to find her people, across an ocean, across centuries.

When my DNA came back, it told me what I already felt in my bones. I am of Celtic origins. My roots reach across Ireland, Scotland, and Wales, with threads of Norse and Germanic woven in. But it was the Celtic nations that called me to remember. That’s where my people are. And if you feel that same pull, this map is for you.

Celtic Meanderings is the map I wish I’d had.

It’s for the ancestral orphans. For those of us whose family histories were broken by dysfunction, by silence, by constant moving, by stories that were never told. The ones who grew up feeling untethered, unseen, unrooted. The ones who sense there is a place and a people and a story out there that belongs to them, if only they could find it.

I’ve stood on Scottish and Irish ground and felt something I can only describe as almost home. I’m still walking toward the full exhale. I wait for the moment when I can finally breathe and say I’m here, I made it, I belong.

But I know the path now. And I’d love for you to meander with me. 

May you walk gently between maps and margins. 
Slàinte mhath, Laura