Green….soothing, calming, inspiring, stimulating, beautiful.

Life is hitting us all hard these days. Everyone I know is going through some majorly stressful and difficult challenges. Call it escapism, call it avoidance, but I have found something that helps me like nothing else.
I look up. I focus on Christ, the author and perfector of my faith.
I look out. I see the trees, the sky, the animals, the things that He has made.
I breathe deeply, if I can. Sometimes the stress is too much, and I get a pitifully shallow breath, but I refocus on God’s things, and try again. Breathe, and breathe again.
Find the things you love. Clouds, birds, your pet, your best friend, your parents, a delicious cup of tea, a piece of homemade carrot cake. Relish it. Sit in the moment of enjoying it for as long as it takes.

Here is a photograph of a jet-lagged, pain-weary me arriving in Ireland a few years ago. It had been a hard journey, and my ankle was hurting. But my husband stopped the car by the ocean on the side of the road. I got out, and the unmistakable smell of Ireland overtook me. The clean strong wind cleansed all the gunk out. I could breathe. The look you see in those tired eyes is pure joy and relief. Look for your Ireland today, wherever it may be, whatever form it takes. God never leaves you, never forsakes you, ever.
Looking up, looking out, breathing deep.
Blessings, Lisa

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It is a soft, misty morning here in Virginia. The clouds are draped softly on the trees, the grass, the ground. The white swirls around as I drive. I feel as if I am wrapped in a soft fluffy blanket, and I am instantly, happily, back in Ireland on a similar day.
A low whistle, the uillean pipes, the guitar, the lyrical stories in song fill my car’s speakers. I begin to smile, to imagine, to be there.
Sitting in the pub, on a soft misty day, eating an amazing fresh-caught fish, a lovely Smithwick’s pint to wash it down.Â
Not knowing exactly what will happen next, but blissfully not worrying about it.
Listening to the session musicians, watching the set dancing….people much older than me who could dance as if they had springs underfoot.
The dark, warm wooden tones of the pub wrapping you up to insulate against anything the outside might throw your way.
What a lovely morning of imagining, of remembering, it has been.
Slainte, Lisa



May God bless you with the freedom to dare, to explore, to live.
May God bless you with the surrender to accept things bigger than you, to willingly trust.
May God bless you with His forgiveness, which covers all and lets you lie down in peace, even on the edge of a cliff.
Blessings, Lisa
Photographs all taken in County Donegal, Ireland, Ed Lyons