“God needed laughter in the world, So he made the Irish race, For they can meet life with a smile And turn a happy face.” –from The Book of Irish Blessings, author unknown. A green mist seemed to shimmer in the sunlight that streamed through the window as I walked into my kindergarten classroom on […]
Mar 14, 2022
Put On Your Imagination
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I took a warm, heavy sweater with me when I boarded the plane to Ireland and when I got back home, I hung that sweater in my closet and forgot it was there—until the next year, on St. Patrick’s Day. That year, St. Pat’s was a chilly day. Rummaging in my closet, I pullled out […]
Sep 27, 2021
Little House
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A touch of whimsy this morning, perhaps brought on by September ending. There’s a little house in a shady wood ‘Neath a sheltering great oak tree; It’s a secret place that’s hid away That nobody knows, but me. But if you were to peek inside, You’d find a welcome there With a cup of tea […]
Nov 18, 2020
The Time Tunnel
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A Post reprinted from last year. Go with me this morning on a journey–not so far in miles, but a great distance in time and quite a giant leap in imagination. We’re going to struggle through years of wild undergrowth–bushes, weeds, grape vines, wild rose bushes, blackberry briars, giant oaks, and we’ll stop at […]
Sep 17, 2019
The Time Tunnel
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Go with me this morning on a journey–not so far in miles, but a great distance in time and quite a giant leap in imagination. We’re going to struggle through years of wild undergrowth–bushes, weeds, grape vines, wild rose bushes, blackberry briars, giant oaks, and we’ll stop at the remains of a small, wood house. […]
Mar 14, 2019
A Wild, Completely Imaginary St. Pat’s Story
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Warning: Best read with tongue in cheek. An Amazing Leprechaun Story Some of you may remember that four and a half years ago, I made a trip to Ireland. It was the fulfillment of a lifetime dream. Ireland is a mystical country and, when the mist lies low on the hills and the shamrocks […]
