Viewing History


Hundreds of years past today, our descendants will look back at 2013 and ponder, pontificate and conjecture about our culture, our political movements, our ancient houses and inventions, which by then will be obsolete.  Which rather freaks me out, as it’s hard to think past tomorrow, much less hundreds of years from now when I am singing and hopefully flying(!) in Heaven.  🙂

Take Blarney Castle, for example.  Now, visitors from all over the world travel to the elusive and fabled “Blarney Stone” to kiss the lay-on-your-back, bend-backwards and downwards-stone to receive their Irish gift of gab.  But when Cormac McCarthy lived there in the 1400’s, he didn’t foresee all that.  He was just trying to keep Britain from taking the castle, by stalling, planning banquets for the invaders, and finally escaping attack by using the underground tunnels to go to Kerry and Cork.  He was living his life, and hopefully living it well.

So I’m not going to think about this any longer….I’m going to try to live my life today well, no looking back, and looking forward in hope.  And I pray the same for you.  Slainte, Lisa

The End of Green Cynicism

“Green are the hills of Ireland and green they will always stay. Warm are the blessings wished for you and they’ll always be that way.”

You always hear about the green in Ireland, so much so that you begin to think that it is a cliche, an overexaggeration promoted for tourism.  (ahh…what cynics we can sometimes be 🙂  )  But check out these pictures before deciding for yourself….the greenest of greens.  The only way you won’t like it is if you don’t like green.  But that of course is ridiculous, as green is the most amazing color ever created!  🙂

My little Tinkerbell in the meadow

The nearby mermaid lagoon 🙂

Green leaves as big as elephant’s ears!

So there you go….the end of your green cynicism forever.  I am happy now.  🙂  Slainte, Lisa


Castle Tunnels and Other Places to Hide

Sometimes we all feel like we need a place to hide, to feel safe, to get away for a little while.  In my house, that tends to be my piano, or a walk outside with my sweet dog, or the bathroom.  In castle days, that place to hide took the form of an underground set of tunnels.  We got to explore Blarney Castle’s underground tunnels.

 Queen Elizabeth I wanted Blarney Castle for her own and sent her emissary, Earl of Leicester, to the castle for discussions with Cormac McCarthy, who had possession of the castle.  McCarthy kept putting the Earl off with banquets and delays; Queen Elizabeth I declared the reports to be “Blarney”.  One of Cromwell’s generals gutted the tower walls, but the castle inhabitants and defenders escaped through the underground tunnels, called Badgers Caves.

David said in the Psalms, “For in the day of trouble He will keep me safe in his dwelling; He will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle and set me high upon a rock.”  (Psalm 27:5)  The best hiding place, safe place, security that exists is God.  He can tunnel us safely away from the attackers in this life, and lead us to green pastures beside the still waters.    Slainte, Lisa