St. Patrick's Day 2015

Several years ago I went to Ireland for a few weeks with friends.  Ireland had always been on my list of places to visit and I was so thankful I finally had the opportunity.   Although we were there in December I was still amazed at how green the country was even in winter!  

We stayed in the northern half so I was able to visit Giant's Causeway, the Cliffs of Moher, Belfast, Dublin, tromp around ruined castles and more.   When we were in Galway I met a cellist in a coffee shop and found out there was a performance of Handel's Messiah just a few blocks away that evening.   The Messiah was first performed in Dublin so it was so special for me to be able to attend a live performance so close to where it was first shared with the public.   

                                                      Me at Giant's Causeway.  I'm wearing a vintage coat that - of course - I still own!

                                                      Me at Giant's Causeway.  I'm wearing a vintage coat that - of course - I still own!

While we were traveling we got lost.  An elderly gentleman was walking down the street and we pulled over to ask him for directions.  When we asked him how we should go he said "Well, I wouldn't have started from here."   We eventually made it but I think of that quote often because it's a pretty good summary of my life!

Last week we had a foggy morning that reminded me of the Irish winter weather and I thought I would take a quick picture in honor of my fun memories and all the wonderful people I met.   This sofa makes me think of those green, green hills.  The column from a ruined house makes me think of those castles and it wouldn't be Irish without a bit of gold and lavender.  

At many of the Irish weddings I attend I hear this blessing and today it is for you:

May the road rise to meet you

May the wind be always at your back

May the sun shine warm upon your face

and the rain fall soft upon your fields

And until we meet again my friend

May God hold you in the hollow of his hand