The new year is upon us.
Here we are.
We look on in hope.So many come our way over time. How many of us stop to see and hear from all the wisdom that comes our way. Do we recognize then that is what we have heard and seen. Or are we blind by our own importance. Can we see beyond the I and see the we. If this is possible then wisdom has come our way and we have not ignored it.
Have we blessed any one this year.helped any one.shown any one simple kindness. If Not can we do it now. Really what's the loss of a smile. A kind word.a greeting. A bless you.
So here we are. Is it possible. To make ones own life a nicer place and nicer skin to live in.With a simple kindness.
Kindness is often so small a thing that often we are unaware of how kind we have been to one in real need and for them it will be a warm memory at a time when perhaps they are at the lowest. They will remember you and what you said or did in simplicity to bring them comfort and understanding.
Comfort this year for many we serve was a simple meal and clothing to those who call the street home.
For us. The Motto do good and disapear is still since 1846 the same then as now.
So any one? Do good and disapear. let some one wake to find their need quitly at the door. With a small card. Bless you.
Bless those who can follow this inner voice.
Well here we are. A new year. Bless you all in it.
At The Masters Feet In Prayer.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
One More Journey
Hello again.
Christmas is just around the corner, Already I am aware of people who will be alone and how sad some get at this time of the year.
Try to do something for some-one this year can you, Children in hospital, Children with nothing and no one, The very poor, The old, Spare a few hour's. A food pantry, Salvation Army, Your church, Or your place of worship, Or place in which you gather for fellowship,
Those who fight for your freedom.
Or simply be kind to someone. A smile goes a long way.
You have nothing to lose and so much to gain.
Peace
At The Masters feet In Prayer.
Christmas is just around the corner, Already I am aware of people who will be alone and how sad some get at this time of the year.
Try to do something for some-one this year can you, Children in hospital, Children with nothing and no one, The very poor, The old, Spare a few hour's. A food pantry, Salvation Army, Your church, Or your place of worship, Or place in which you gather for fellowship,
Those who fight for your freedom.
Or simply be kind to someone. A smile goes a long way.
You have nothing to lose and so much to gain.
Peace
At The Masters feet In Prayer.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Death and how we deal with it
Well I'm back.
I have had a very hard two weeks. For those who have a parent in a retirement facility and pray that they will be treated well. It is still a hard place to see them in the end.
I managed to get back to see my Dad four days before he died. I walked into his room with what was left of him trying to scream. Although the palliative care staff were gentle he was in agony. It took all that day and part of the next to get Dr's orders for pain management. By the second night he was at least more comfortable.
He could no longer swallow he could simply breath, As much as that was possible.I did not leave his side until he passed at midnight of the third day.
I tell you this because if I had not arrived when I did. His passing would have been so very bad for him. If I was not an advocate for him. nothing would have been done for his last days. To watch someone die in extreme pain is more then one can handle.
I was lucky I had some one with me who made it better. Not every one can sit at a death bed. I seem to be able to handle these things. But often can not handle my own stuff. Thank God for God and good friends. These being my Sisters and often those we least expect to be there are often a great shoulder.
It is interesting to me that always in my life it is women who help and shoulder with you what otherwise would be impossable to take. And in history it is women who will be there when you least expect it. Often women you would not have thought would. Are a welcome surprise.
I thanked God when dad passed into His hands.
When we place those we love in a place like this even with all the care we hope they will receive. One must be present often to see to it that no one forgets there is family around.
I have walked in to many times to what I consider abuse. To have to deal with it then and there. Fight for who it is even if I don't know them.
Jesus Christ was our advocate. We should not forget at the foot of the Cross the women were there. He the advocate for all. And the women who witnessed it.
If we can say He so loved us He willingly died for us. How hard can it be for us to Visit the sick and the old who may have no one now and be an advocate in Christ for them.
Many of our old feel as though they have been sent away set aside old furniture to be thrown out. , As though their life has counted for nothing they may never see their children again and often only at graveside and passably because something has been left. Not for love or duty do they come.
Often staff are so understaffed that all they can do is there job. I have heard many say this is not what I started this for. I wanted to give because I love my work. But look what I have become. They do the best they can . Knowing it is not enough. They will not be able to just sit and spend even a few moments with those in there care.
I have been at the graveside of many who had no one. And what we have done is all the Sisters who can gather on this the last journey for them. Will be there.
If you do any charitable work at all. Remember the old ones. Remember those who now have what we call a new mind since the old one has simply disappeared. They love company. and it keeps them happy and healthy longer.
If you have ever been lonely. Sick. Abused. Hurt in any way. Desperate for a simple kindness. What ever your faith or tradition. Can you think that perhaps this could be YOU. And be kind a few times a month.
If you have a parent in a place like this...
And if your memories with them are not great. Then think of this. They have forgotten. Thank God. And now with this new mind. We can see them as they are now. and as we would like to remember them. As they really should have been. And by the grace of God are now.
Forgive if possible. For they do not remember. And all they know now is love. From you. And that you are Able to give it. Will free you from all the hurt in the past.
I tell you this That to love even when you thought you could not forgive is the greatest gift. And an example to all who know you. And as Christ showed you.
God loves you.
At The Masters Feet In Prayer For You.
I have had a very hard two weeks. For those who have a parent in a retirement facility and pray that they will be treated well. It is still a hard place to see them in the end.
I managed to get back to see my Dad four days before he died. I walked into his room with what was left of him trying to scream. Although the palliative care staff were gentle he was in agony. It took all that day and part of the next to get Dr's orders for pain management. By the second night he was at least more comfortable.
He could no longer swallow he could simply breath, As much as that was possible.I did not leave his side until he passed at midnight of the third day.
I tell you this because if I had not arrived when I did. His passing would have been so very bad for him. If I was not an advocate for him. nothing would have been done for his last days. To watch someone die in extreme pain is more then one can handle.
I was lucky I had some one with me who made it better. Not every one can sit at a death bed. I seem to be able to handle these things. But often can not handle my own stuff. Thank God for God and good friends. These being my Sisters and often those we least expect to be there are often a great shoulder.
It is interesting to me that always in my life it is women who help and shoulder with you what otherwise would be impossable to take. And in history it is women who will be there when you least expect it. Often women you would not have thought would. Are a welcome surprise.
I thanked God when dad passed into His hands.
When we place those we love in a place like this even with all the care we hope they will receive. One must be present often to see to it that no one forgets there is family around.
I have walked in to many times to what I consider abuse. To have to deal with it then and there. Fight for who it is even if I don't know them.
Jesus Christ was our advocate. We should not forget at the foot of the Cross the women were there. He the advocate for all. And the women who witnessed it.
If we can say He so loved us He willingly died for us. How hard can it be for us to Visit the sick and the old who may have no one now and be an advocate in Christ for them.
Many of our old feel as though they have been sent away set aside old furniture to be thrown out. , As though their life has counted for nothing they may never see their children again and often only at graveside and passably because something has been left. Not for love or duty do they come.
Often staff are so understaffed that all they can do is there job. I have heard many say this is not what I started this for. I wanted to give because I love my work. But look what I have become. They do the best they can . Knowing it is not enough. They will not be able to just sit and spend even a few moments with those in there care.
I have been at the graveside of many who had no one. And what we have done is all the Sisters who can gather on this the last journey for them. Will be there.
If you do any charitable work at all. Remember the old ones. Remember those who now have what we call a new mind since the old one has simply disappeared. They love company. and it keeps them happy and healthy longer.
If you have ever been lonely. Sick. Abused. Hurt in any way. Desperate for a simple kindness. What ever your faith or tradition. Can you think that perhaps this could be YOU. And be kind a few times a month.
If you have a parent in a place like this...
And if your memories with them are not great. Then think of this. They have forgotten. Thank God. And now with this new mind. We can see them as they are now. and as we would like to remember them. As they really should have been. And by the grace of God are now.
Forgive if possible. For they do not remember. And all they know now is love. From you. And that you are Able to give it. Will free you from all the hurt in the past.
I tell you this That to love even when you thought you could not forgive is the greatest gift. And an example to all who know you. And as Christ showed you.
God loves you.
At The Masters Feet In Prayer For You.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
On The Ground In Ireland.Once More
Well here I am again sooner then I expected to update the Blog.
Today In Ireland to be a Nun in full monastic Habit. And if not an Irish Order. It is now quite common and even expected to be publicly maligned and verbally abused.
The new one is fraud. We don`t know who you are so your not real. Even though they met me and other Sisters. They seem to have forgotten.
The priest`s have become the worst. Today was dreadful for one of our Sisters in Ireland. For in the street and in public he ranted on and on. Between them and the mercy Sr`s no order that is not Irish will survive. So as THEY go down they will try to take every one else with them.
With all that is going on I can say I want to understand. But can not. So of to the Cardinal Brady again. Let him sort it.
So now we must find thicker skin or we will not survive.
Christianity has failed. Charity. Compassion for fellow man gone. Faith hope and love side-lined.
Jesus crucified again. By such sin.
What can be done. Its as though Christ has left the building. And is leaving this mess to them.
Not true of course. But it seems that way. When you see and hear those who have vowed themselves to His service have and continue to behave in such an unchristian fashion and expect respect and understanding. Who are so closed minded as to think they and only they are called by God. Even in the obvious condition of abuse by them. Shame what we must watch.
So many still afraid to speak up.
I best stop. Before I lose all love Left in me.
At The Masters Feet In Prayer
Today In Ireland to be a Nun in full monastic Habit. And if not an Irish Order. It is now quite common and even expected to be publicly maligned and verbally abused.
The new one is fraud. We don`t know who you are so your not real. Even though they met me and other Sisters. They seem to have forgotten.
The priest`s have become the worst. Today was dreadful for one of our Sisters in Ireland. For in the street and in public he ranted on and on. Between them and the mercy Sr`s no order that is not Irish will survive. So as THEY go down they will try to take every one else with them.
With all that is going on I can say I want to understand. But can not. So of to the Cardinal Brady again. Let him sort it.
So now we must find thicker skin or we will not survive.
Christianity has failed. Charity. Compassion for fellow man gone. Faith hope and love side-lined.
Jesus crucified again. By such sin.
What can be done. Its as though Christ has left the building. And is leaving this mess to them.
Not true of course. But it seems that way. When you see and hear those who have vowed themselves to His service have and continue to behave in such an unchristian fashion and expect respect and understanding. Who are so closed minded as to think they and only they are called by God. Even in the obvious condition of abuse by them. Shame what we must watch.
So many still afraid to speak up.
I best stop. Before I lose all love Left in me.
At The Masters Feet In Prayer
Saturday, June 13, 2009
On The Ground In Ireland
Well it has been a while since I added to our blog.
But wanted to add a little something. We have Sisters in Ireland {We are not and Irish order} who have to live with a new form of abuse. Those who have been abused who see a Nun in full Monastic habit assume that all are the same.
And so treat them with disdane and utter contempt.We are those who work in the backround working and praying with the work of our hands to insure help for the hungry and lost.
We would ask that the orders in Ireland who have commited such crimes be disbanded. We expect this will not happen. It should if any kind of life within the church is to survive.
Perhaps then the sr's who have commited these things will then stop the abuse of our Sisters in Ireland.
The strength of those of our Sisters in Ireland is due to God their love of Him and devotion to Jesus .
One in particular who works and prayes and sees the people who has been patient and understanding and yet no one there has come to her aid. She feels as though she stands alone.She does not of course. But hard when it feels so.
She has put up with mean spirited people and sr's who hide in secular clothing. Who are in fact put on the spot with her dilagence and love of her fellow man.
I am trying to be kind and having a hard time. When I want to say what many have done to her and why. I would not wish to be like them. So for what it's worth when in Ireland if in Co Donegal at the market when you see a Nun in Indigo flowing garments be kind its one of ours.
Remember this is a time when in Ireland the one in the habit gets blasted. Not those who are in fact at fault and hiding in secular clothes.
Without our Sisters we are nothing. Each one is part of the whole. Our Sisters are a bigger part of the body Christ. When one is hurt we all bleed.
Please be kind.
At The Masters Feet In Prayer --For you.
But wanted to add a little something. We have Sisters in Ireland {We are not and Irish order} who have to live with a new form of abuse. Those who have been abused who see a Nun in full Monastic habit assume that all are the same.
And so treat them with disdane and utter contempt.We are those who work in the backround working and praying with the work of our hands to insure help for the hungry and lost.
We would ask that the orders in Ireland who have commited such crimes be disbanded. We expect this will not happen. It should if any kind of life within the church is to survive.
Perhaps then the sr's who have commited these things will then stop the abuse of our Sisters in Ireland.
The strength of those of our Sisters in Ireland is due to God their love of Him and devotion to Jesus .
One in particular who works and prayes and sees the people who has been patient and understanding and yet no one there has come to her aid. She feels as though she stands alone.She does not of course. But hard when it feels so.
She has put up with mean spirited people and sr's who hide in secular clothing. Who are in fact put on the spot with her dilagence and love of her fellow man.
I am trying to be kind and having a hard time. When I want to say what many have done to her and why. I would not wish to be like them. So for what it's worth when in Ireland if in Co Donegal at the market when you see a Nun in Indigo flowing garments be kind its one of ours.
Remember this is a time when in Ireland the one in the habit gets blasted. Not those who are in fact at fault and hiding in secular clothes.
Without our Sisters we are nothing. Each one is part of the whole. Our Sisters are a bigger part of the body Christ. When one is hurt we all bleed.
Please be kind.
At The Masters Feet In Prayer --For you.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Morning Watch
Today.
There are few who have the courage to speak out openly.
Those within the church fear the leaders to much. Forgetting why we have been called to this life and for whom. Perhaps those who are high up should read the book we worship from. Even though they quote His words they do not live them. Even though they are our example and still quote this great Master Jesus. They do not live it.
We watch as bishops and priest behave in a criminal fashion. Not so many years ago this behaviour was rampant in the churches. Better now because we are aware. And now we watch as those who were damaged look for recompense and can not find it.
Those in high places do nothing. And now we watch as Rome burns.{Crashes and Burns} Rome will let it slip and will not be able to fix it if they do not look to the reason and the problem it will be to late.
The church I love that raised me. It is stumbling now and no one sees. They think it will be alright.
Its like watching a storm. You say it soon will be over. Because you can read the weather because you understand storms die out. Really bad storms take on a life of there own and can not really be depended on to be over. This storm within the church has been going on since before the thirty's. Yet still you hear it will soon be over. The clean up from such storms goes on for many years. Sometimes the damage is so great it can not be fixed.
What has been done to our children. What has been done:::
God help us we watch it still and do nothing.
Religious life has been ruined by those who have been allowed to continue who have hurt our children and smacked God in the face with this great sin.
There are few who have the courage to speak out openly.
Those within the church fear the leaders to much. Forgetting why we have been called to this life and for whom. Perhaps those who are high up should read the book we worship from. Even though they quote His words they do not live them. Even though they are our example and still quote this great Master Jesus. They do not live it.
We watch as bishops and priest behave in a criminal fashion. Not so many years ago this behaviour was rampant in the churches. Better now because we are aware. And now we watch as those who were damaged look for recompense and can not find it.
Those in high places do nothing. And now we watch as Rome burns.{Crashes and Burns} Rome will let it slip and will not be able to fix it if they do not look to the reason and the problem it will be to late.
The church I love that raised me. It is stumbling now and no one sees. They think it will be alright.
Its like watching a storm. You say it soon will be over. Because you can read the weather because you understand storms die out. Really bad storms take on a life of there own and can not really be depended on to be over. This storm within the church has been going on since before the thirty's. Yet still you hear it will soon be over. The clean up from such storms goes on for many years. Sometimes the damage is so great it can not be fixed.
What has been done to our children. What has been done:::
God help us we watch it still and do nothing.
Religious life has been ruined by those who have been allowed to continue who have hurt our children and smacked God in the face with this great sin.
Friday, February 6, 2009
In The Winter Of Our Life
In the winter of our lives.
As we close out or lives we hope we have touched a few. And know many have touched us.
We have sisters who work far away from us in lands that are hard for those who live in it.
Sisters who love God and who know Jesus very well. They meet Him in every one they find. All the children they pick up out of the dump. And trash. Newly born sometimes we find them to late. Oft times they last a few hours. But we love them in that short time. Once picked up. And we know they will soon be gone. They will remain in the arms of our sister. Loved loved.
They are mostly female children. mothers who let them go do so because they know what a life as a female child and then a women will be. I will not go into the details of such a life.
But for a moment. They are cared for and loved.
These are the sisters who go out for us. And then we have the ones who stay behind to work and provide the means to care for these small wee ones.
They work all their life. What ever way they can to help pay for the need . Many are our solitaries who dedicate themselves to prayer and work for every one else.
In the last few weeks we have lost two of our old ones. One within hours of the other. We have been blessed by these our sisters who like all of us work in chosen obscurity.
A power house of prayer for those in the front lines. Lately we have been feeling low. The loss of so many of our foundation sisters.
I am telling all this while leading up to this wee story.
This week I get a call. Sr::::: is very sick. OK say I. I will be there in the morning. I was not there for the others. And We needed to be for her. Another of our ancient power houses. Old grand women of God. Then later in the day I get the call she has passed. Sigh:: This was to much. To miss being there. Well the sisters prepared her. Dressed her. Candles lit. Every one on prayer shift. I arrive. She is looking grand in her habit. Lovely women. Sisters crying all over the place. We begin the prayers for her. Anointing oil in hand I anoint her eyes.
They open. somewhat startled I reach to close them. !!She says what are you doing!! Needless to say surprise went through every one. [No one is saying that word. ]You could have cut the air with a knife. And I hissed::; did no one take her BP.
She looks around sees what is happening. And starts to laugh. Well once started no one could stop. Laugh we did. Laughed when she said Well I will not need a bath for a few days.
And a good laugh we needed.
Says she thank God for the three day wait before we bury. Well you best double check before announcing the next one says she.
Well God has a sense of humor. We are still laughing. Sister has a sleep disorder. And with the loss of the two sisters only a short few weeks ago. They panicked. Sigh. What a day we had.
Today she is up and working as always. In her funny way she now has a stethoscope by her bed.
LOL.
This story will go for a very long time.When we need a good chuckle this will do it.
Bless your night. Sigh::: What a day.
As we close out or lives we hope we have touched a few. And know many have touched us.
We have sisters who work far away from us in lands that are hard for those who live in it.
Sisters who love God and who know Jesus very well. They meet Him in every one they find. All the children they pick up out of the dump. And trash. Newly born sometimes we find them to late. Oft times they last a few hours. But we love them in that short time. Once picked up. And we know they will soon be gone. They will remain in the arms of our sister. Loved loved.
They are mostly female children. mothers who let them go do so because they know what a life as a female child and then a women will be. I will not go into the details of such a life.
But for a moment. They are cared for and loved.
These are the sisters who go out for us. And then we have the ones who stay behind to work and provide the means to care for these small wee ones.
They work all their life. What ever way they can to help pay for the need . Many are our solitaries who dedicate themselves to prayer and work for every one else.
In the last few weeks we have lost two of our old ones. One within hours of the other. We have been blessed by these our sisters who like all of us work in chosen obscurity.
A power house of prayer for those in the front lines. Lately we have been feeling low. The loss of so many of our foundation sisters.
I am telling all this while leading up to this wee story.
This week I get a call. Sr::::: is very sick. OK say I. I will be there in the morning. I was not there for the others. And We needed to be for her. Another of our ancient power houses. Old grand women of God. Then later in the day I get the call she has passed. Sigh:: This was to much. To miss being there. Well the sisters prepared her. Dressed her. Candles lit. Every one on prayer shift. I arrive. She is looking grand in her habit. Lovely women. Sisters crying all over the place. We begin the prayers for her. Anointing oil in hand I anoint her eyes.
They open. somewhat startled I reach to close them. !!She says what are you doing!! Needless to say surprise went through every one. [No one is saying that word. ]You could have cut the air with a knife. And I hissed::; did no one take her BP.
She looks around sees what is happening. And starts to laugh. Well once started no one could stop. Laugh we did. Laughed when she said Well I will not need a bath for a few days.
And a good laugh we needed.
Says she thank God for the three day wait before we bury. Well you best double check before announcing the next one says she.
Well God has a sense of humor. We are still laughing. Sister has a sleep disorder. And with the loss of the two sisters only a short few weeks ago. They panicked. Sigh. What a day we had.
Today she is up and working as always. In her funny way she now has a stethoscope by her bed.
LOL.
This story will go for a very long time.When we need a good chuckle this will do it.
Bless your night. Sigh::: What a day.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
In The Mist Of Trust.
The people I meet on my journey.
If we could just allow those who come to find a way. Who who need to be heard.. If we could but know they need to talk. If we could just have the patience to let them empty themselves out. And once done sigh:: and offer a Cup Of tea.
Come back and simply sit in comfort. A comfort that has been claimed by trust. No answer to anything that may have been said. Just the comfort of knowing they will trust you and be able to be less in this kind of need over time on your journey.
Their journey can be made more comfortable by this friend {Trust}
Some people have no one they can trust. I know while this journey is happening life can be trying. But if you know yourself and who you are. You will be able to give this gift of trust. So hard won. So hard to give. So simple.
If you believe in God then you know what this is. If not then you are one joined to the whole. Doing your best.
Today the mist came early. The deer know there way in all this cover. By dawn they are alert and continue the journey.
If you think about the deer. As God says each day take as it comes. Deer do not work for tomorrow They come to it in trust. It will be there.
Today is a lovely day. I have met new people and enjoyed who they are and gained something sweet to continue my journey.
Bless your day and all who share in it.
If we could just allow those who come to find a way. Who who need to be heard.. If we could but know they need to talk. If we could just have the patience to let them empty themselves out. And once done sigh:: and offer a Cup Of tea.
Come back and simply sit in comfort. A comfort that has been claimed by trust. No answer to anything that may have been said. Just the comfort of knowing they will trust you and be able to be less in this kind of need over time on your journey.
Their journey can be made more comfortable by this friend {Trust}
Some people have no one they can trust. I know while this journey is happening life can be trying. But if you know yourself and who you are. You will be able to give this gift of trust. So hard won. So hard to give. So simple.
If you believe in God then you know what this is. If not then you are one joined to the whole. Doing your best.
Today the mist came early. The deer know there way in all this cover. By dawn they are alert and continue the journey.
If you think about the deer. As God says each day take as it comes. Deer do not work for tomorrow They come to it in trust. It will be there.
Today is a lovely day. I have met new people and enjoyed who they are and gained something sweet to continue my journey.
Bless your day and all who share in it.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
The Mist
The mist rises.
I wait for deer sign. and watch with such delight.
They move as the mist.In the fog.
As in prayer. gentle aware.
The light is here in the garden. I wait for that.
And we walk in the garden together.
Bless your night
I wait for deer sign. and watch with such delight.
They move as the mist.In the fog.
As in prayer. gentle aware.
The light is here in the garden. I wait for that.
And we walk in the garden together.
Bless your night
Letter from Mother
Well another day, And getting up seems to be harder even then yesterday. Age is creeping in and reminding me. Although looking out.From the inside I feel 20yrs old. And then I pass a mirror and think whats that.
Oh yes me. But not in the spiritual plain one is always young there.
I find it interesting that I should feel the same then as I do now. What game is this . Who playes this game. Not I. Yet here I am.
Perhaps this is what it is. I am still there in that place. Where I could do. And could be. And still able to.
Now I can but tell you how to do it. Or how to long for it. This ticks most people of. You hear them say. Thinks she can do every thing. Sigh:::
The thing is I know how to do all these things. My body has betrayed me. It can no longer do these things it did in its youth. betrayed: No one is listening. No one wants to learn. No one wants to find out what life was and is now.
Not the slightest bit interested.
To be able to speak of love. To be able to speak of the glory of your wee moments in time. The shadows and the sorrows. The pain beyond all pain. The mistakes made over and over trying to get it right.Now its right. I got it right.But I am old. How else to get it right but grow old.
But no one is listening no one wants to know.
After all what could they possibly learn from an old women.
I spend my day At The Masters feet hoping with all my heart that I am right with Him. And He with me.
He blessess me in all I am now. And I am young again in Him.And now I grow again. Bliss He is there.
The fog is gentle almost white, The deer very still. An He walks with me in this garden His.
Small sweet conversation of life with Him now. The wonder of love.Peace so Complete. Beyond all explanation.
If you could see my heart full. Wordless tender perfection.If one could reach in and wash in that tender misty rose place. And be full.
Here is wisdom
Memories and a good laugh
It looked like a day that was going to be long.
Found the book I wanted to read currled up in front of the fire. A good cup of tea and the dogs.
Cold day but not blustering like Co, Donegal. Beauty every where there.
Once I thought I would never leave Ireland.Times and things change that, Miss the humor in Irish talk the way its spoken the ridiculous ahh-goon away tis not so far just there now,{ Directions to someplace. }The smile given with it, The ah grand now. Will ya look at that now shes just grand and me thinking I'd missed ya.Bless your day. twill rain now. best cover up.
If conversation can be good it can also be entertaining the Irish have it covered. It will always be entertaining always worth a good argument. Love a good bragh..
Getting anything done in Ireland. One must be patient,
You were to be here last week says she to the plumber. Ahh well you know I had to take care of me Ma, You know how she gets if I;m not there, And then it rained, can't do it if its raining, But I'll be back now don't worry. Alright says she when,Soon says he.
Another week. Now shes flippin. where are you she says on the phone, Ahh now I meant to be there yesterday, But you know shamus did'nt he die and I have to take care of that now.
Ahh no says she poor Shamus a lovely man, God bless him. How is she herself taken it. well you know she seems alright now""" This said now and only because he has at last died, Now he's right again with every one. He was a rapscallion that one, boy he was that. the bugger himself, Ah well a good man now then.
My God will ya look at that one. Is that a dress or a hanky. Where's the priest. lol. and she such a lovely girl. Where's her mother .No she wont know . that one is looking for trouble. mind ya she's lovely.
I have some side splitting memories of my time In Ireland.Would that I could say it better. the sense of how its drawled out and softened and with mirth eyes light up. taking the mick half the time.
Well ya look ma. My O'Shay's bloody cow's are in the garden again. I'll kill em says she there e'tin everything I planted . If I had a gun we'd have beef all winter. Get me a gun. go on. farmers bloody lot. Muck they leave behind, I've a good mind to shovel it and return it to himself.Go on get me a shovel...
Driving along wee car passes at the Irish speed turn the corner. And yes there it is upside down in the middle of the rd. So I say need help.call an ambulance .the guarda. No no NOOO it'l be fine no harm don't bother at all now. Guy sitting with his head in his hand side of the rd. But no no now i'll be fine.
Guarda arrive aah in his drink he is. Fine he'll be. go'on now. gurhamhagutch. Forgotten how to spell that. {Thank you}
I wish I could tell it with more .Just more.
Bless your funny day.
Found the book I wanted to read currled up in front of the fire. A good cup of tea and the dogs.
Cold day but not blustering like Co, Donegal. Beauty every where there.
Once I thought I would never leave Ireland.Times and things change that, Miss the humor in Irish talk the way its spoken the ridiculous ahh-goon away tis not so far just there now,{ Directions to someplace. }The smile given with it, The ah grand now. Will ya look at that now shes just grand and me thinking I'd missed ya.Bless your day. twill rain now. best cover up.
If conversation can be good it can also be entertaining the Irish have it covered. It will always be entertaining always worth a good argument. Love a good bragh..
Getting anything done in Ireland. One must be patient,
You were to be here last week says she to the plumber. Ahh well you know I had to take care of me Ma, You know how she gets if I;m not there, And then it rained, can't do it if its raining, But I'll be back now don't worry. Alright says she when,Soon says he.
Another week. Now shes flippin. where are you she says on the phone, Ahh now I meant to be there yesterday, But you know shamus did'nt he die and I have to take care of that now.
Ahh no says she poor Shamus a lovely man, God bless him. How is she herself taken it. well you know she seems alright now""" This said now and only because he has at last died, Now he's right again with every one. He was a rapscallion that one, boy he was that. the bugger himself, Ah well a good man now then.
My God will ya look at that one. Is that a dress or a hanky. Where's the priest. lol. and she such a lovely girl. Where's her mother .No she wont know . that one is looking for trouble. mind ya she's lovely.
I have some side splitting memories of my time In Ireland.Would that I could say it better. the sense of how its drawled out and softened and with mirth eyes light up. taking the mick half the time.
Well ya look ma. My O'Shay's bloody cow's are in the garden again. I'll kill em says she there e'tin everything I planted . If I had a gun we'd have beef all winter. Get me a gun. go on. farmers bloody lot. Muck they leave behind, I've a good mind to shovel it and return it to himself.Go on get me a shovel...
Driving along wee car passes at the Irish speed turn the corner. And yes there it is upside down in the middle of the rd. So I say need help.call an ambulance .the guarda. No no NOOO it'l be fine no harm don't bother at all now. Guy sitting with his head in his hand side of the rd. But no no now i'll be fine.
Guarda arrive aah in his drink he is. Fine he'll be. go'on now. gurhamhagutch. Forgotten how to spell that. {Thank you}
I wish I could tell it with more .Just more.
Bless your funny day.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
All things new-the journey
Having just read tea paintings from Portland studios. I was delighted by the impressions from the work shown.
Since blogging is very new to me I hope you will be patient with me.
The title on my page represents who I serve, To say work for simply does not work.
Today for all Americans this will be one of passion and hope. As a new beginning and a prayer for this new journey in history begins.
We wish you well on this journey.
We have watched over the years at the world as it turns and we try to understand. Another day in the life of the ordinary people who try to make a difference.
In some way we can perhaps make profound changes. Changes that affect for the good . Perhaps how we think and feel .Is it possable to grow more see in a better way.
Understand the need of those around us.
Hope for the journey.
Remember who fought so long ago, and then there is now. Who fight still. For a way of life and a freedom sprung from hope.
Bless your day.
We have watched over the years at the world as it turns and we try to understand. Another day in the life of the ordinary people who try to make a difference.
In some way we can perhaps make profound changes. Changes that affect for the good . Perhaps how we think and feel .Is it possable to grow more see in a better way.
Understand the need of those around us.
Hope for the journey.
Remember who fought so long ago, and then there is now. Who fight still. For a way of life and a freedom sprung from hope.
Bless your day.
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