Many, if not most, get fascinated by doorways and doors and gates in Ireland. Here are a few of the ones that captured us:
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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”
1981
Early in the morning, 31 years ago, Jacob wanted to be born. It took much of the day. He was born September 10, 1981. One time when he was a teenager, I got a call that he was being transported to Duluth, MN, by ambulance with a “head injury” from a ski hill community aContinue reading “1981”
3 rainbow day
May the wind loosen all tautness. May the salt air cleanse. May the sand give certainty. May the rainbow remind of God’s presence always and always.
landscapes from Valentia Island
Yesterday found us on Valentia Island. Here are a few views from the day: Four who found their way to Valentia yesterday:
Innocence
All twenty lines of the poem, Innocence: They laughed at one I loved – The triangular hill that hung Under the Big Forth. They said That I was bounded by the whitehorn hedges Of the little farm and did not know the world. But I knew that love’s doorway to life Is the sameContinue reading “Innocence”
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”
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wells-of-wellness 