Tag Archives: Kerry

The Beauty of Mystery

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A soft, misty day in Ireland is a thing of beauty. The white blankets the green and grey with hints of what was and what could be. The imagination runs wild with imaginings. The hard lines of reality meld into the soft focus of dreams.

Misty Carlingford Lough, Northeastern Ireland

One of my very favorite things to say when confronted with anything I don’t understand or don’t know the outcome, is, “I don’t know…. it’s a mystery.” (loosely paraphrased from Shakespeare in Love.) And for some wonderful reason, I can relax about it and enjoy the waiting and uncertainty more. Instead of scary, things seem magical and exciting, unknown and different.

The wonder of exploring an abandoned cottage in the misty Killarney woods

The beauty of mystery, of not knowing, of release, of not so perfect, of all too human.

Blessings,

Lisa

The Dichotomy of a Practical Mind and a Dreaming Heart

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In the woods in Killarney

You already know where this post is going. I probably don’t even have to write it. Ok. Blessings, Lisa

Haha…no, I’m going to write it anyway! 🙂

My heart is always dreaming, day dreaming, night dreaming, walking around dreaming. New ideas, new adventures, new horizons.

But my troublesome practical mind puts brakes on many of these things before they can take off and leave the ground. ‘It’s too expensive….we need to save for retirement….you need to be a responsible adult….” You get the idea.

Depending on how your mind and heart is wired, you may agree with one side or the other. “It’s a good thing she has that practical mind; no telling what she’d do.” Or, “She needs to follow her dreams and take more chances.”

But what if you are a practical dreamer?

God gives hopes and dreams. God gives us sound minds. God gives us all things. I just pray that I can hear what He is saying and where He is leading.

Blessings, (again)

Lisa

The Wide Ocean

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Delightful would it be to me to be in Ulster

On the pinnacle of a rock

That I might often see

The face of the ocean

That I might see its heaving waves

Over the wide ocean

When they chant music to their Father

Upon the world’s course

-Excerpt from Colmcille fecit poem, 6th century

Peace Despite

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Rossbeigh Beach, County Kerry

Peace despite the raging sea, the howling wind, uncertainty

Peace despite the circumstance, the strong what-ifs, the hurt within

Peace, it comes as gentle dove, as quiet voice, as ever there

Peace His Name is Jesus Christ, the Son of God, the Risen Lamb

c2022 Lisa Lyons

May you find the peace that passes understanding, resting in the arms of a great and unchanging Savior. Blessings, Lisa