25 March 2012

As we approach Easter...

This photograph was on Facebook this morning and I had to share it.  We are always looking for craft ideas and here's one I particularly like. It's easy to make and has a deep meaning for those of us who live for Christ.

You and your kids can make this in no time.  It's a saucer from a plant pot, dirt, gravel, a small pot for the cave (along with a stone to place in front of it) and twigs for the crosses.  Plant the dirt mound over the small pot, place the gravel around the front and you have a wonderful and meaningful centerpiece for the family.  Spread the "hill" with grass seed - which should come up in less than 10 days (don't forget to water it, too).  And finally, place the crosses on top.  Anyone can make this.  What a great project to share God's message of Resurrection, Faith and Hope.

As all of you know, I adore kittens and this photo caught my eye.  Of course, it looks like my darling Tyler Jalen, but it also reminds me of Spring with all the flowers popping up, the trees blooming (it would be nicer without all the pollen though) and the promise of a new season of growth.    How can you not love that little face?


Hyacinths are such a beautiful flower and smell so sweet.  They will soon pop out of neighbours' gardens along with other flowers and trees which add their growth in the Spring.  If we had a garden here, I'd certainly plant some of these, along with my daffodils and roses for the summer.  It may sound silly, but when you do take the time to 'smell the roses/flowers' you see just how wonderous these simple things are in your life.  As we grow older and all the glitz and glamour of "things" dims, the most natural treasures are in the mundane - the every day.  We grasp each with new vigor and enjoyment.  Life's joys are so simple - just like flowers.

When I sit on the hillside looking out over a lake in the Lake District in England, I am always astonished at how tranquil it is.  Little has changed over the years and I reflect on how much I have changed.  At least I hope I have.  I have new interests as I get older.  Retirement is a good sorter and you find new things to make you happy.  A view such as this one, makes you take stock of those new interests and perhaps gives one a new sense of peace - I'd say, a renewed peace.  No wonder Beatrix Potter got so much enjoyment from the Lakes - her inspiration.  It's mine, too.

But here, looking out from Grandad's Bluff in La Crosse, Wisconsin, I am also reminded of where I live now.  This is a beautiful city with enormous vistas for the enjoyment of everyone who visits.  The Mississippi River - or just the "River" to those of us who grew up along its banks - can be seen in the distance, along with the bluffs and the Coulee - the land between the bluffs.  It's where Minnesota and Wisconsin seem to be one state - not divided.  The eagles and hawks soar as if taking off from an unseen runway, gliding on the air currents as they provide sentry duty to those of us below.  (Of course, they could be looking for lunch, too!)  And just like the Lakes in England, La Crosse has its own beauty to share.

Spring is here across the globe.  Just like these plants, we have a chance to change - to grow more fully into the life we have been given.  We have the opportunity to stop for a moment and look at everything around us. We have the chance to say thank you or I love you, rather than simply texting it or tweeting it. Seasons are short and they get shorter as we grow older, so never forget to say the things we need to say and so often forget to do.  Never take these simple things for granted for they can be gone in an instant.  Enjoy your Spring!

14 March 2012

March Madness

Cliffs of Dover
You've heard of the stock market crash - the economic crash?  Well, the Cliffs of Dover at Crab Bay in Kent, England had its very own crash.  The winter thawing and water pushing into the chalk cliffs are thought to have caused the monumental fall of tonnes of the cliffside.  What a mess.
 Fortunately no injuries, other than to the cliff itself.  Many people enjoy walking along the cliff tops and this is sad, indeed.


Croagh Patrick in County Mayo, Ireland
 And now it's time for us to celebrate St. Patrick and what, in our house, is a national holiday! Mick and I are both of Irish heritage and on this very special day, we celebrate it more than others.  My confirmation name is Bridget/Brigid, one of the other saints of Ireland.  To the right is Croagh Patrick, a place of pilgrimage to Catholics from all over the world.  Climbing it in bare feet is not uncommon, as it is done as a symbol of penance.  It's rugged, steep and very difficult to attain.  At the top of the very large hill (not really a mountain, but close) is a chapel and I think the aid station to assist those who have been injured.  This is not a place for the faint hearted - or faint of faith.  Perhaps some day I'll climb it.
West of Ireland in Connemara

This is a beautiful photo of the west coast off Connemara in County Galway.  The Atlantic Ocean crashes against the rocks here - sometimes in gentle waves and often in gargantuan rollers!  It's one of my favourite places to be, photograph and enjoy.


Here again is another photograph of Ireland with the Twelve Bens in the background.  Okay, I'm passionate about the West of Ireland and could easily live there year 'round.  Maybe that will happen someday!!

And now the Student Chapel at Kylemore Abbey.  Unfortunately the school is no longer functioning but you can still tour through the Abbey and grounds, which includes the chapel.  This is well worth the time and offers fantastic photo ops.

St. Bridgid/Bridget of Ireland was a contemporary (kind of) of St. Patrick.  When I was asked to name my patron saint when I was received into the Catholic Church, my original patron saint (for the Anglican Church) was Katharine, but I really admired Bridget for her tenacity and honesty.  She might have been a feminist of her time and she didn't suffer fools but went about her ministry with gentle forcefulness, great faith and vision.  So Bridget was chosen and it seems to match me perfectly.  Her Saints' Day is February 1st.



County Cork, Ireland.  What a perfect photograph.  What more can I say?


Do the Happy Dance as we celebrate the Irish heritage (in most of us).  Raise a glass to St. Patrick and St. Bridget - and enjoy your corned beef and cabbage, a pint of Guinness and good fellowship.  Slainte!!