Much might have been different

In the July, 2012, issue of “The Sun”, on “The Dog-Eared Page”, is this quote from C.G. Jung.  It is excerpted from Memories, Dreams, Reflections by Jung as edited by Aniela Jaffe, translated by Richard & Clara Wnston and published again and again and again by Random House.             I am satisfied with the courseContinue reading “Much might have been different”

Geography more than genes

When we went to Howth, there was a woman selling used books in an old single- room building.  We went in and came out heavier.  Among the books we acquired was a spiral bound road map.  It has been invaluable.  Another, the weightiest at 514 pages (we planned to leave it to you Tad andContinue reading “Geography more than genes”

Love’s doorway to life

Today our travels took us back to the Dingle Peninsula so Bruce and Roberta could experience Dingle and beyond.  Among the treasures we encountered was the Dingle Music Shop. Conversation led to conversation which led to conversation.  Eventually Caitriona asked Michael if he would play a bit for us on his button box.  This isContinue reading “Love’s doorway to life”

Whispering across the half-door of the mind

While in the Glendalough Valley, we wrote almost daily about there not being words for its ancient, mystical beauty and grace. On our first trip to Cahersiveen, which is the first town to the west of where we are on Kells Bay, we saw the Barracks, the remnants of an old castle, sheep, meadows, theContinue reading “Whispering across the half-door of the mind”