Hammering On

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Hammered dulcimers have been around since the first century, introduced into Irish traditional music since at least the 1700’s.  They are hollow wooden boxes with lots and lots of strings, which you hit with wooden hammers to produce the sound.  And that of course, is the tricky part.  🙂  Being a lifelong piano player, I was drawn to this instrument the first time I saw it sitting in a music store about 15 years ago.  I took my new stringed baby home, and thought, “no problem…I got this.”  Wrong.  It is amazingly difficult for me to manage to hit those little silvery, sometimes invisible in certain lights, strings with any measure of consistency.  But that doesn’t stop me from trying.   I still love my stringed baby and the sounds he makes.  And to me, life is all the better for still having a challenge, something new to learn.   Here’s a video of one of my musical heroes, Rich Mullins, playing his hammered dulcimer.  Enjoy.  Whatever your hands find to do today, do it the best you can, with a grateful heart that God has made you, that you are able to do things, and that it can bring Him glory.  🙂  Slainte, Lisa

Killarney

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By Killarney’s Lakes and Fells

Edmund O’Rourke

By Killarney’s lakes and fells,
Emerald Isles and winding bays,
Mountain paths and woodland dells,
Mem’ry ever fondly strays;
Bounteous nature loves all lands;
Beauty wanders everywhere,
Footprints leaves on many strands,
But her home is surely there!
Angels fold their wings and rest
In that Eden of the west,
Beauty’s home, Killarney,
Ever fair Killarney.

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Know It By Heart

When I was little and I would memorize a new song for my piano recital or learn the Gettysburg Address for 4th grade, I would say “I know it by heart.”  Now, knowing something “by heart” means something entirely different….it’s being able to recall something, deep inside, remembering the smells and sounds and touch of something as if it was yesterday.  It’s remembering by heart the feeling of riding my bike, without a helmet, fast down Mt. Run Lane road, the wind ripping through my hair. bike2 It’s feeling by heart the soft stuffed elephant that my then-boyfriend and now-husband gave me at the lockers, his first gift to me.   It’s hearing by heart the sound of my  baby’s first cry as he made his way into the world.  It’s smelling by heart the warm, breezy, salty air as I stepped out of the car at the ocean. bike3

It’s sensing by heart the excitement of Christmas morning as my sister and I ran downstairs, my parents’ happy faces beaming.

So many things I have learned “by heart.”  And I am thankful for each precious one.  Have a blessed weekend.  Slainte, Lisa