Inch Beach is one of the most relaxing places I have visited in Ireland. Wide, flat, firm sand that seems to stretch on forever (where an “inch” is more like 3 miles). Scenic hills surrounding you. The luring beauty of the Dingle Peninsula. Ahhh….imagination kicks in, I’m there, I’m breathing in the crisp fall air, the water soothes me yet again, the wind is blowing all thoughts from my mind, the sand beneath my toes feels wonderful. 🙂 Take a 5 minute imagination vacation right now; pick your favorite spot in the world, close your eyes, be there! Slainte, Lisa
Category Archives: Family
Doing Something Different
One of my favorite things about Ireland are the sheep. They are everywhere out in the country, and usually stay together, like this herd outside the gates of Kells Priory.
But as we went inside to explore further, we found two little sheep that were doing their own relaxing for the day. They had decided to go on holiday, and we’re so glad they did.
Follow the crowd if you must today, but make sure they’re headed somewhere good. If not, break away and find your own spot. 🙂 Slainte, Lisa
The presence of something good
“Peace is not the absence of something bad; rather it is the presence of something good.” ~Brian Bill
“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” ~Jesus, John 14:27
“The man of war throws stones, and the peacemaker builds a bridge out of those stones.” ~Warren Wiersbe
Have a peaceful weekend. Slainte, Lisa
A Good Cry
A good cry? Oxymoron or not? To me, there is not much better than a good cry….when something moves me so deeply that I must cry. Extreme beauty, sacrificial love, tenderness, compassion, and yes, an amazing piece of music can reduce me to tears, and I’m glad of it. Because I feel alive, I feel. This is one of those songs that welled me up. It’s much better if you close your eyes when you listen to it. Let the notes, the beauty of the music take you on a journey. Blessings, Lisa
The Castle-Builder
THE CASTLE-BUILDER
A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks
A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes,
A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks,
And towers that touch imaginary skies.
A fearless rider on his father’s knee,
An eager listener unto stories told
At the Round Table of the nursery,
Of heroes and adventures manifold.
There will be other towers for thee to build;
There will be other steeds for thee to ride;
There will be other legends, and all filled
With greater marvels and more glorified.
Build on, and make thy castles high and fair,
Rising and reaching upward to the skies;
Listen to voices in the upper air,
Nor lose thy simple faith in mysteries.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Blessings on your day, and build your castles! 🙂 Lisa









