Yesterday, we went to a few old churches in Dublin. Among them was St. Patrick’s. Somehow it seemed right, here in the homeland of my heritage, to light a candle in honor of those from my family who have died: Tom, Eileen, Kathleen, Nancy and brother-in-law Tom. I miss them. TheContinue reading “St. Patrick’s Cathedral, Dublin”
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redheads
An easy and unscheduled day in Dublin. Among the many curiosities that caught our attention are the number of shades of red hair, sometimes the hue is natural and sometimes it is hairdresser assisted. Here are six of twenty redheads we photographed today:
sated
To be “sated.” I always thought “to be sated” meant to be full to the excess . . . like that very much too much feeling of food and tiredness associated (for me) with Thanksgiving. When I checked it just now, I discovered, it can also mean “to satisfy fully.” I like that. That’s how weContinue reading “sated”
Five encounters
Dublin is urban. There are lots of people. Here are five we’ve encountered, among many more. This guy was playing for change with his buddy the harmonica/guitar player. Have tried (unsuccessfully) a variety of ways to put a minute and and half video of him playing on the web page for you. Instead, these twoContinue reading “Five encounters”
art matters
We are safely in Dublin. Here are ten images from the last 30+ hours. They proclaim, “art matters.” View of the Ringling Bridge, Sarasota, from our Delta flight just after noon yesterday.
It’s a good day to fly to Dublin, don’t you think?
A couple years ago when we were returning from the Annual Meeting of the Florida Conference UCC in Naples, we came across this bumper sticker. That was before this time of sabbatical was imagined. Thank you to all who have participated in the planning for this time. Thank you Angela for tending the folk atContinue reading “It’s a good day to fly to Dublin, don’t you think?”
1978
For those of you really good at math, 34 years ago today, was 1978. Noah Timothy Garrison was born that day. Happy birthday Noah. You were born in our family home along the shore of Iron Lake just a few miles south of Iron River, Wisconsin. Yep, you actually were born at home. Your mother,Continue reading “1978”
Do you see what I see?
A few nights ago, it may have been the day the current shifted and began taking the seaweed away from Siesta’s Crescent Beach rather than bringing it in, anyway we saw these formations of shape and color in the western sky. I wonder what you see here. I wonder how you would describe what youContinue reading “Do you see what I see?”
adventures of the yellow hat
Hey Jarrow . . . here is the first yellow hat adventure of the sabbatical with Patricia and Phil . . . take note. Thank you Katie. With a bit of Phil’s homemade cornmeal crust and Patricia’s roasted walnuts, this pear gorgonzola pizza is sooooooo good!
wells-of-wellness 