Hammering On

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Hammered dulcimers have been around since the first century, introduced into Irish traditional music since at least the 1700’s.  They are hollow wooden boxes with lots and lots of strings, which you hit with wooden hammers to produce the sound.  And that of course, is the tricky part.  🙂  Being a lifelong piano player, I was drawn to this instrument the first time I saw it sitting in a music store about 15 years ago.  I took my new stringed baby home, and thought, “no problem…I got this.”  Wrong.  It is amazingly difficult for me to manage to hit those little silvery, sometimes invisible in certain lights, strings with any measure of consistency.  But that doesn’t stop me from trying.   I still love my stringed baby and the sounds he makes.  And to me, life is all the better for still having a challenge, something new to learn.   Here’s a video of one of my musical heroes, Rich Mullins, playing his hammered dulcimer.  Enjoy.  Whatever your hands find to do today, do it the best you can, with a grateful heart that God has made you, that you are able to do things, and that it can bring Him glory.  🙂  Slainte, Lisa

Hill or Mountain

Sometimes when I look at something that’s ahead of me, whether it’s a literal mountain hike or one of life’s other hurdles, it looks huge.  Gigantuan and overwhelming.  But if I can just start, just put one foot in front of the other and begin, little by little it usually gets done.  And then looking back later, I realize it really was more of a hill and I shouldn’t have had the big freak out.  🙂  Here are some of our favorite hills/mountains that we have tackled.  Step by step.  Blessings, Lisa

“It’s not a hill, it’s a mountain, as you start out the climb…” (U2, I’ll Go Crazy, NLOTH)

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Carrantuohill, County Kerry, Ireland

“And step by step, You’ll lead me, and I will follow You all of my days.”  (Rich Mullins, Step by Step, The World As Best As I Can Remember)

Bray Head Trail, Valentia Island, Ireland

Bray Head Trail, Valentia Island, Ireland

Every Day

“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”  – Goethe

Well, how about this….

 little song:

 good poem:

“Red, Red Rose” by Robert Burns

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

a fine picture:

by Leonardo da Vinci

a few reasonable words:

hmmm…I leave that task to greater wits than me.

May this day be blessed.  Slainte, Lisa