Ireland has more colors of green than any box of crayons.
Hospitality and Ireland could share one definition in a dictionary.
The ancestors are alive and well.
The ground holds the presence of times gone past. If you listen closely, the wind will whisper secrets into your ears. If your heart is open, no words are necessary.
St. Brigid's fire burns as bright today as in her own lifetime.
The womb of the earth is safe and whole and dark and lovely.
The future guides us into the present. The past greets us and the three become the Holy now.
Holy cow - is there any doubt?
People are generous at heart.
Guinness is most satisfying by the 1/2 pint.
A sip of Irish cream makes a fine dessert.
There is NO potato famine in Ireland today.
Stone bridges do not yield. They are made for crossing and honking your horn doesn't mean someone will hear it.
There are portals between worlds: gates - pathways - doors come in all shapes and sizes. Stone, air, wood, water. And in all colors - forest green, stone gray, sea blue, red of fire, yellow, green, orange, blue, white and black.
The killeen are alive and well in the soil of St. Mary's Church.
There is a great orchestrator in the cosmos. Just listen and you will hear the next step.
"May the stars light your way and may you find the interior road forward." - traditional Irish farewell
photos © lucy
St. Brigid @ her well
Holy Cow - Dowdstown
St. Saviour Church window