Bhí an spéir soilsithe le dathanna geala an fhómhair, le duilleoga ór-dhearga ag titim go réidh ar thalamh mhonaidh Ghleann Dá Loch.

The sky was lit up with the bright colors of autumn, with golden-red leaves gently falling on the bogland of Gleann Dá Loch.

Bhí Aoife ag siúl síos cosán clochach an tearmainn spioradálta, ag mothú foscadh ó luas a saoil cathartha.

Aoife was walking down the stony path of the spiritual sanctuary, feeling sheltered from the pace of her urban life.

Bhí sí anseo in iarracht socracht a fháil agus sprioc a aimsiú ina saol.

She was here in an attempt to find tranquility and a purpose in her life.

Cé go raibh an lá fós óg, d'fhéadfaí an tsioc úr ar an ngléasra a mhothú san aer.

Although the day was still young, the fresh frost on the plants could be felt in the air.

Bhí sí ag smaoineamh ar a saol anuraidh, an fúdaráthracht ag gluaiseacht ina giolla.

She was reflecting on her life last year, anxiety moving in its shadow.

Bhí sí tagtha chuig an dúnóios do síocháin, ach anois bhí sí ag streachailt leis an síocháin a fháil.

She had come to this retreat for peace, but now she was struggling to find that peace.

I mbunachar beag an tearmainn, bhí Cian ag obair.

In the small shop of the sanctuary, Cian was working.

Bhí sé socair agus íogair, duine a raibh a fhios aige conas éisteacht go cúramach.

He was calm and sensitive, a person who knew how to listen carefully.

Bhí an tsiopa líonta le leabhair machnaimh agus coinneal coirmeachaola - an gaileogán foirfe le teacht ar intinn shíochánta.

The shop was filled with mindfulness books and scented candles - the perfect setting to achieve a peaceful mind.

D'oscail Aoife doras an bhunachair agus bhuail an teas agus an boladh milis de mheimeola glas í.

Aoife opened the door of the shop, and the warmth and sweet smell of green cardamom met her.

Chuir Cian fáilte roimpi le aoibh gháire séimh.

Cian greeted her with a gentle smile.

"Dia duit, Aoife.

"Hello, Aoife.

Conas atá an lá inniu?

How is your day today?"

"Rinne sí gáire neirbhíseach.

She gave a nervous laugh.

"Dia dhuit, Cian.

"Hello, Cian.

Táim ag iarraidh teacht ar bhealach níos síochánta a fháil.

I'm trying to find a more peaceful way."

"Thosnaigh siad ag siúl timpeall an tsiopa, labhair siad faoi scéalta agus aispirí an tsaoil.

They began walking around the store, speaking about life stories and aspirations.

D'iarr Cian uirthi faoin rud a bhí ag cur an strus uirthi.

Cian asked her about what was causing her stress.

Tar éis nóiméad machnaimh, chinn Aoife ar a cuid fadhbanna a insint do Cian.

After a moment of reflection, Aoife decided to share her troubles with Cian.

"Sciobann an saol liom.

"Life sweeps me away.

Bím ró-ghnóthach agus ní thugaim aire do féin,” a dúirt sí, le faoiseamh, ach le beagán leisce.

I'm too busy and don't take care of myself," she said, with relief but a bit of hesitation.

D'fhéach Cian go grinn ar Aoife, ag tabhairt comhairle aici go cuiditheach.

Cian looked intently at Aoife, offering her helpful advice.

"Tá coinnle ann a thugann suaimhneas agus leabhair a mhúineann aireachas.

"There are candles that bring calm and books that teach mindfulness.

Tríd na rudaí beaga seo, is féidir leat aire a thabhairt duit féin.

Through these small things, you can take care of yourself."

"Bhí leisce ar Aoife, ar dtús.

Aoife hesitated at first.

Ní raibh a fhios aici an raibh sé ceart í a chaitheamh orthu féin.

She wasn't sure if it was right to indulge herself.

Ach ansin, thuig sí.

But then, she understood.

Ba chóir an t-am is fiúntach a thógáil féin.

She should take the most worthwhile time for herself.

Idir leabhar meabhrachta éadrom agus coinneal dhraíochtúil fresnacha, chonaic sí féinghrá i ngníth.

Between a light mindfulness book and an enchanting fresh candle, she saw self-love in action.

Chaladh sé a céimeanna.

It steadied her steps.

Bhraith Aoife mar go raibh sí tagtha ar dhóthain díobháil déirce.

Aoife felt as if she had found enough tender refuge.

D'imigh sí ón siopa le miongháire, ag mothú níos éadrom ó gach bronntanas beagnach.

She left the store with a small smile, feeling lighter from every almost-gift.

D'fhág sise é mar shiombail ar thús nua – meas ar a h-anam féin, agus ar a toilteanas grámhar aire a thabhairt di féin.

She left it as a symbol of a new beginning—a respect for her own soul, and her willingness to care for herself lovingly.

Ag breathnú ar na duilleoagaí ag cruinneag i bhfánaí ghlasa Ghleann Dá Loch, thuig Aoife go raibh sí in ann suaimhneas a thógáil feadh bheathaí, dhomhain ina croí.

Watching the leaves gather on the green slopes of Gleann Dá Loch, Aoife understood that she was now capable of cultivating peace throughout her life, deep in her heart.

Bheadh sí ag tabhairt aire uirthi féin as seo amach.

She would be taking care of herself from here on out.