Soft Dunes

Irish dunes

Irish dunes

I love sand dunes almost as much as I love rocks.  Dunes have many similar qualities that intrigue and comfort me:   They’re usually bigger/taller than me.  They provide protection and shelter.  But unlike rocks that I love to climb upon and sit on, dunes change shapes.  They are more delicate in their protection.  They are vulnerable to the wind and rain in a way that rocks are not.  So as much as I am tempted sometimes, I don’t climb and sit on dunes.  I take the path around them, and marvel at the sand mountain that God has placed there.   So many wonders that He has made.  🙂  Have a blessed day!  Lisa

“But let all who take refuge in You be glad; let them ever sing for joy.  Spread your protection over them, that those who love Your name may rejoice in You.”  ~Psalm 5:11

Outer Banks Dunes, North Carolina

Outer Banks Dunes, North Carolina

Fun, Food, Frolic, Festivities, Family

It was a big weekend around here.  A local St. Patrick’s Day parade, dinner and music at McMahon’s, making lots of soda bread and scones (and the eating of them afterwards!).  Hope you all have a blessed St. Patrick’s Day today, and enjoy your friends and family!  🙂  Lisa

 Irish traditional music session at McMahon's

Irish traditional music session at McMahon’s

 

Amy found a giant leprechaun wandering about the place.  ;)

Amy found a giant leprechaun wandering about the place. 😉

 

Vintage Fire Truck

Vintage Fire Truck

Finnegan got to go also!  :)

Finnegan got to go also! 🙂

Irish Dancers

Irish Dancers

Seeing the Tower or Seeing the Story

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It’s far too easy when I’m traveling to just focus on the structure, and not really think about the story behind why that structure was built.  The real details of what life was like at that time, in and around that building.  This is Eask Tower outside of Dingle, Ireland.  The 1 mile hike up Carhoo Hill is gentle but persistent.  At the top you are rewarded with amazing views of Dingle Harbour and Connor Pass.

This tower was built in 1847 as a famine relief project, headed up by Rev. Charles Gayer.  The workers produced an amazing and strong structure…16 feet thick walls, rising 39 feet into the air.  The wooden arrow points into the mouth of the blind harbor to help early sailors navigate.  It also served as a lookout tower during WWII.

Imagine living during those days….not enough food for your family, for yourself, months and months of weakness, desperation.  Yet those workers somehow managed to rally the strength to make this.  Things like that always amaze me.

Enjoy your day, and look for the stories.  They’re everywhere.  🙂  Slainte, Lisa

*If you are interested in a really good book to give you a small glimpse into what the Irish Famine might have been like, read “Galway Bay” by Mary Pat Kelly.  It stays with you long after you’ve finished it.

Sitting By the Riverbank

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Sometimes I want to take on the world, walking vigorously, exploring all there is to see.  But other days I just want to sit by the riverbank and watch it flow.  Listen to the waters flowing over the rocks, watch the birds overhead in flight, rest my body in the soft green grass.  Both ways have merit and worth, just differently.  Action and thought.  Both integral parts of this thing that God has given us….life.  “He leads me beside the still waters; He restores my soul.”  ~Psalm 23:2b-3a

Blessings for your day, Lisa

Wishful Thinking

With St. Patrick’s Day approaching on Monday, and stores everywhere filled to the brink with green tacky leprechaun-y things, my mind naturally turns to……..Ireland!  I bet you never would have guessed that from me, huh?!  🙂  Which of course leads me to the time-consuming YouTube, which of course led me to this driving in Ireland video.  It’s supposed to be humorous tutorial, but it just succeeds in making me long to be driving over there.  We spend so much of our trips in cars, squeezing down the narrow roads, always amazed at some of the roads we travel upon, and even more amazed at the places they lead us to.  Enjoy indulging in a little wishful thinking with me.  Slainte, Lisa