Far Away, So Close

Posted on September 5, 2012 by lyonsroarforgod

Things that appear beautiful from far away can sometimes be not so attractive when you’re close up. The cracks, blemishes, or trash around the object detracts. Or sometimes, the closer you get, you see more intricate details and brilliant colors, and the true beauty reveals itself. Here are two sets of pictures, far away and close, for you to consider. Let me know…which is more beautiful to you, far away or so close? Slainte, Lisa

Bray’s Head Tower in the distance on the far hill

Bray’s Head Tower up close

Leacanabuille Ring Fort far away

Leacanabuille Ring Fort up close

*”Stay (Faraway, So Close)” – U2, Zooropa

Celebratory Hike

Posted on August 10, 2012 by lyonsroarforgod

Feeling inspired by the recent gold medal win of Katie Taylor from Bray, Ireland, two county Kerry sheep decide to ascend Carrantuohill in celebration. They couldn’t just sit around and eat after all that, could they? 🙂 Slainte, Lisa

God’s Playground

Posted on May 24, 2012 by lyonsroarforgod

Some people refer to Ireland as God’s country. I know that God loves all the countries and peoples He made, but I also think He was smiling and laughing a bit more when Ireland was made. 🙂 And it certainly is tailor-made for kids…rocks to climb on, castles to explore, walking and hiking and more walking, sheep scattered in random places along the way, great but normal food they will actually eat, and on and on and on….

Slainte, Lisa

Reencaheragh Beach

Waiting, Seeing, Sweetness

Posted on May 10, 2012 by lyonsroarforgod

To save money, we decided to split up. My daughters and I would ride in the horse-drawn buggy through the Gap of Dunloe, and my husband and 15 year old son would run/walk and meet us at the boats. We joked about who would arrive first…the trusty horse and its passengers, or the hearty he-men who would conquer the mountainous terrain. Amazingly, the hearty he-men kept catching up with us at various points along the way, as seen in the below picture.

Joshua, catching up with our jaunting car.

We did reach the bridge leading to Lord Brandon’s Cottage only 10 minutes before our guys, and we waited anxiously and excitedly for their arrival. That’s us in the first picture…you can just see the top of little Amy’s head. My husband is taking the picture, and I can remember how happy we were to see them coming. Absence had indeed made our hearts grow fonder in this case, and the reunion as a family was sweet. And of course, our guys had conquered, overcame, and reveled in the experience. Many good stories were off and running.

Slainte, Lisa