These giant fake rocks are in the port of St. Maarten in the Caribbean. This port was enhanced after big storms destroyed much of the port infrastructure in 1995. These composite rocks help to protect the port from further water damage. Although I admire their ingenuity and practicality, they just aren’t the same as real rocks. No crags, no dents, no character. Poor rocks that aren’t rocks. They’re trying their best though; I guess I should cut them some slack. 😉 Have a wonderful weekend! Lisa
One of my favorite views, no matter where I am….through a ship’s porthole. Being on the water, floating with no worries and no definite plans. Water, blue, white, peace, joy, and God everywhere I look. Slainte, Lisa
Peace, joy, beauty…isn’t that what we all seek? I watched this video this morning, and it moved me. I hope it does the same for you. I pray your day is truly beautiful, that you feel truly alive, and that the grace of God surrounds you today. Slainte, Lisa
There’s always more than what you see. As you draw closer, the layers reveal themselves. Some layers beautiful, some not so much. But the reality is what it is. The old, the new, the wishful thinking, the what ifs, the maybes. All layers, all life, and I am thankful for the opportunity to discover the layers as I go. Slainte, Lisa
“Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.” ~1Corinthians 13:12
One of my favorite things about traveling in Ireland is the wonderful towns and villages. You come around the bend, and presto! A whole town of brightly painted buildings with shops, pubs and groceries to explore. This is Portmagee, a great little town in Kerry that we used as our home base for 3 weeks. Portmagee is the place to catch a boat tour out to the Skelligs, has some great little pubs/cafes, and a tiny but efficiently stocked grocery.
We would walk down to the village some days, buy some groceries, and the kids would undoubtedly get a “99”, a delectable soft ice cream cone with a Flake bar stuck in the top for the walk home. By the end of the three weeks, we felt like it was a home away from home, and we were sad to see it fade in our rear-view mirrors.
Enjoy your little village today; big or small. Slainte, Lisa
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