Category Archives: Life

Am I Flying Yet?

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Am I flying yet, or is it just really windy?  Those of you who know me, or have been reading this blog, know how much I want to fly.  Up in the sky, dipping in and out of the clouds, catching a wind current and just gliding on it.  Ahhh…  Many a great nighttime  dream I have had doing that very thing.  One good flap of the arms, and I’m up!  🙂

These pictures show Joshua and I on the ferry from Wales over to Dun Laoghaire, Ireland.  And as you can see, it was majorly WINDY!  And also as you can see, Joshua had the little boy courage to put those arms out and fly!  As for me, the only thing flying was my hair…right in my face.  haha

 

 

 

 

 

 

All I know is….there is a super cool passage about flying in 1 Thessalonians.  Check it out:

“For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first.  After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air.  And so we will be with the Lord forever.”  (1 Thess. 4:16-17)

Sure sounds like an awesome flying experience to me!  Hope to see you there.  🙂

Slainte, Lisa

 

 

Feeling, Seeing, Hearing, No Words

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This isn’t quite me, yet! 🙂

Some mornings you wake up, ready to write your new blog.  You log on, and stare at the “Add New Post” heading.  Nothing.  No theme or topic pops up into your mind.  Uh-oh…it’s going to be a picture only or a video day, you say to yourself.  But, rebelliously, you don’t want that; you want to write something.  You look around…blue skies, green trees, bright sunshine.  All very beautiful and inspiring.  You hear amazing music in your mind, and words and musical textures swirl around, waiting to be discussed at large on the blog.  Still nothing.  You feel a myriad of feelings, some good, some grateful, some confused and anxious.  But you don’t want to share all of that today.

So I continue to stare, and mindlessly type these words, and this is what you get.

Yeah, buddy.

“Sometimes you feel like a nut; sometimes you don’t.”  (Almond Joy commercial, 1970’s)

“We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express.”  (Romans 8:26b)

Enjoy your day, feeling, seeing and hearing…even if you have no words to express it all.  Slainte, Lisa

*Images provided via Google Images.*

View From a Beehive (Hut, That Is)

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beehive hut

View From Inside a Beehive Hut, Dingle

Beehive huts can be found in various parts of Ireland, especially in Dingle.    Resembling….wait for it….beehives! in shape, and oft times clustered together in groupings.  www.celticquill.com has a great article on these amazing structures:  “Clocháns are dry-stone buildings dating from c.2000 BC. They are usually round in shape, but rectangular huts are known as well. What gives these huts their distinctive appearance is a building technique known as corbelling, i.e. the layering of stones, with each layer bending slightly closer and narrower towards the peak. Stones were laid with an outward and downward tilt to shed water, making these huts watertight.”

Photo courtesy of http://www.celticquill.com

People lived in them, such as visitors or monks, and later on, they were used for farm animals or storage.  When we visited some in Dingle, we were amazed by two things:  how low the door entrances were (my husband whacked his poor head on one), and how amazingly perfect and dry and intact they still were after all these hundreds of years.  Talk about well-built to stand the test of time.  To quote many a time-traveled elder:  “They don’t make ’em like they used to.”   🙂  Slainte, Lisa

Going In For the Flip

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My weekend was filled with Irish food.  Yummm…not too good for my South Beach diet, but excellent for my enjoyment and comfort!  🙂  We started out the weekend with a suggestion from my 6 year old that we should visit “The Blarney Stone” Pub in Fredericksburg, a relatively new Irish restaurant that we hadn’t tried yet.

Blarney Stone Public House, Fredericksburg, VA

We found a cozy nook in the back, and surrounded by deep green walls and rich wood, we ate fish and chips and shepherd’s pie.  Both wonderful.

A few doors down, we visited “Irish Eyes,” a delightful gift shop run by friendly people.  Cadbury’s lovely Flake bars made their way into our purchases, and were quickly devoured as we remembered all the wonderful soft ice creams with flake bars stuck into the top that we had had in Ireland.

Irish Eyes Gift Shop, Fredericksburg, VA

The weekend concluded with my lovely husband cooking us some boxty, or Irish potato cakes, for supper last evening.  We experimented with add-ins…some with turkey, some with grated cheese.  Yummm….we added some steamed veggies as a side so I wouldn’t feel too terribly guilty about the extravagance of my splurge.

Himself going in for the flip of the boxty.

So, now it’s back to my low-carb ways, but I’m not sorry for the tasteful and comfort-filled weekend I had.  In fact, I may do it again someday, after I’m good for awhile!  🙂

Hungry yet?  Enjoy the food that the Lord has given you today; He is so good to us.   Slainte, Lisa

Stones Crying Out

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Stones are everywhere in Ireland.  Special ones, not so special ones.  Remnants of some great castle, and remnants of simple cottages.  Stones on the edge of a great sea cliff, and stones gathered throughout fields to contain the sheep and cattle.  The Burren is so filled with stones that you cannot walk two inches without stepping on one.

I have been listening this morning to U2’s “Gloria” and “Rejoice”.  Crying out in praise to God, making the choice to praise.  It reminds me of the passage where Jesus is talking to all those religious leaders.  The leaders are upset because His followers are praising God loudly for all His miracles that they had seen.  Jesus says, “I tell you, if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”  (Luke 19:40)

mizen head ireland

The stones in this picture of Mizen Head are definitely crying out to God in their stark beauty.  And I want to do the same.  Slainte, Lisa