If You….?

If you were physically able and had to pick one of these activities to do on an afternoon in Ireland, which one would you choose?  Comment and place your vote below.  Enjoy your imaginary adventuresome self. (or maybe this is all in a day’s work for you 😉  Slainte, Lisa

P.S.  Most of you said your eye was drawn to the water/rocks/spash in yesterday’s picture.  Thanks for commenting!

Jump fearlessly to the many smaller rocks below

Jump fearlessly to the many smaller rocks below

Scale the outside of an abandoned stone hut in a forest, and shimmy your way down inside through an open roof and obliging tree

Scale the outside of an abandoned stone hut in a forest, and shimmy your way down inside through an open room and obliging tree

Exploring a subterranean tunnel underneath an ancient castle

Exploring a subterranean tunnel underneath an ancient castle

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