Ireland – Page 2 – wells-of-wellness

Flattery laid on with the lips

Often it is Phil’s words you read here. We both agree to the post . . . but he often writes. Today it is me . . . Patricia. Yesterday we went to Blarney near Cork. We had hoped, well actually Phil had hoped, we could go to Skellig Michael, about 12k (40 minute trip)Continue reading “Flattery laid on with the lips”

rain is beautiful

Did we tell you, we’ve encountered some rain? It actually began when we left Sarasota and has been a presence often since then.

Beach labyrinth – Rossbeigh

Labyrinths are wonderful to make and even more so to walk. One day, I’ll take pictures of the directions given to us by Mary Meeghan as drawn by her husband, Andrew Honeyman . . . but this evening, enjoy these pictures. The beach labyrinths we have made

The fourth word

I don’t much like sadness. It is heavy and wet. It’s feet are plodding and slow. It’s arms are limp and untouched. It’s eyes are downcast and bleary. It has to do with an ache in the marrow of you. It has to do with an awareness you are alone before all things. MaybeContinue reading “The fourth word”

all God’s critters got a place in the choir

some of “God’s critters” we’ve encountered:

holly tree

Tad, is this the holly tree of which you wrote on the day we posted pics of Valentia? It does give pause for thinkin’ . . . and . . . then thinkin’ some more . . . I see a face on the trunk . . . a lookin’ on us . .Continue reading “holly tree”

bits and pieces of Everyday

We had our first run since the half (eleven days ago, now) – 30 minutes of uphill – oh joy, and then we got to run back down – glorious views – enervating run. Here are some pics to balance yesterday’s words, along with a portion of Patrick Kavanagh’s 25 page poem, The Great Hunger:

Fungie

One of you asked if we had seen Fungie the dolphin while we were in Dingle. The answer is, “no.” But if you’d like to see “Fungie up close and personal” go to dinglepost.com there is a 3+minute video, complete with music for you to watch.

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”