pictures – Page 5 – wells-of-wellness

22 doors

Many, if not most, get fascinated by doorways and doors and gates in Ireland. Here are a few of the ones that captured us:

We went to the beach to make a labyrinth around 6:00 this evening . . . the tide was in . . .therefore, beach (the sand for our designing) was all awash underwater. Notice how in these two pictures of the fishing pier at Kells Bay, the tide changed the level of the water aboutContinue reading “tides”

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

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:

grateful for the week

Bruce and Roberta have been here with us for most of a week. Today we left them at the hotel at the Shannon airport so they could catch an early flight tomorrow back to the US. As they leave to return home, may they travel safely. May their minds be full of the scenes andContinue reading “grateful for the week”

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”