A Basket of Crackers, Anyone?

Life is funny.  And the strange, odd things that occur are sometimes the funniest.  Like yesterday, my husband and I went out for a nice lunch together at a nice Greek restaurant.  We order, and as we’re waiting for our meal, the nice waitress calmly brings our drinks, and a large basket filled up with saltine CRACKERS!  Now, maybe I’m not up-to-date on Greek tradition, but this struck us both as hilarious.  Here is the aforementionned basket.

Now that’s a lot of crackers to eat, unless you’re extremely fond of saltines, or you belong to a family of 18 people.  We started laughing, and couldn’t stop.  My husband who happens to love crackers, could barely eat them.

The child in the booth behind us began peeking around and staring at us.  We knew we had to pull it together.  Thank God for laughter; it was better than 40 hours of therapy and massage put together.    Here’s a new Irish blessing for you…May you have all the crackers you need, and never reach the bottom of your basket.  🙂  Slainte, Lisa

Leaky Shoes with a Good Umbrella

There is an Irish proverb which states:

“It’s no use carrying an umbrella if your shoes are leaking.”

My dog Fritz and I are here to say that this is a very true statement.  I just attempted to take him outside for his morning walk in a steady rain that shows no signs of letting up for the next few days, according to the weatherman.  He looked at me at the doorway with the big sad eyes you see here.  He is part poodle, and has a distinct dislike of getting his feet wet.  I carried a big umbrella, and he pushed that little doggie body as close to my legs as he could.  But it was no use.  We both got our feet wet, very wet, and the umbrella just seemed silly after awhile.  Now that we are both drying off and gearing up for our next foray into the wild, I thought about other stuff, like how I try to make everything in my life seem good and dry and perfect on the outside, while sometimes my shoes, my foundation, my base is leaking.  When I lose track of the things that are really important in my life, like God, and my family, and my friends, and start just focusing on my umbrella of how the house looks, how many things I have to get done, my shoes are leaking, and the umbrella is rather silly and useless.

May you have sturdy shoes and no need for an umbrella!  🙂  Slainte, Lisa

Right Place, Right Time, Right People

In life, in photography, in just about everything, timing is important.  It can mean the difference between good and bad outcomes, between the right word or an insensitive one, or an average versus a special picture.  My husband and I are only amateur photographers, but I think he captured one of the special kind of photos on this day.  Amy and I are chilling out in the field after exploring a church ruin, and Nina is curious as to what her Dad is doing crouching down low in the weeds and wildflowers.  Right place, right time, right people.  Have a beautiful weekend, with wonderful timing and just the perfect people.

Slainte, Lisa

Singing a New Song

I want to sing a new song.  Something different, something new, something that I haven’t sung before.  The biggest fear as a songwriter is writing something that sounds like another song.  Yet I’m surrounded by influences, music echoing through my mind all day.

So I guess you take the good, discard the bad, and try to put your own spin on the song the best you can.  And look above for the inspiration, for the creative spark which originates from God.

Here’s a clip of U2 singing “40”, based on Psalm 40, filmed at Red Rocks.  “I will sing, sing a new song.”

Picking a Favorite

Many different instruments can be used to create the wonder that is celtic music.  Fiddle, tinwhistle, low whistle, guitar, accordian, bodhran drum, uillean pipes, hammered dulcimer, piano…..I’m sure I’m leaving out some, but you get the basic idea.  The other day as I was listening to a recording I tried to decide which instrument was my very favorite…the one I would miss the most if it was missing.  The winner?……..

The tinwhistles and low whistles…without a doubt.  Very expressive instruments that seem to “sing” the Irish melodies with just the right amount of melancholy or joy, depending on the tune.  I have some whistles, and have yet to capture the right sound.  Oh, I can play most of the notes, but there is so much more than that…the small little turns and dips and expression that makes it such a wonderful instrument.  But I’m glad I can’t play them right yet; it gives me something to work on to keep me out of trouble!  🙂

Enjoy whatever kind of music you’re listening to today, and sing to the Lord a new song!  Slainte, Lisa

*Picture via Google images*