Ah, it is of pure mystery and delight to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day coming upon us. Not that I am part of the traditional imbibing and such but others are whether green or whatever colour the spirits may be. The luck of the Irish…I wonder if that is felt in their own country with all the pomp and ceremony from places outside of the originated folklore. It’s pretty crazy how a day is taken and made into something beyond the original intent.
However, I live it and watch it unfold as my middle granddaughter who loves loves loves tradition, holidays and special times of the year has taken St. Patty’s day as being serious celebration. Her take but nevertheless a celebration in her wondrous mind. Too young to know all its ins and outs for sure, but it is important for her to get a nibble of the lay of the land of St. Patrick’s Day in her wee life. So I smile as I think of her prep as she designed, made and then set a trap to catch the elusive leprechaun. Bless her heart. She has even put a pot of gold (shiny coloured paper coins) to draw the little guy in. Her questions are many and answers are few but oh my, her spirit is ready to believe. What a beautiful way to see the world with such joy and delight! Go little one, you got this.
The Irish traditions and authors of their time have such a way with ways and words. I enjoy reading the blessings that they have written and the delightful tales of Irish luck and blarney. And of course the way the Irish speak with a lilt and brogue I cannot for the life of me decipher at times. It is kind of like here on the island with some of the islanders with their strong local lingo. I guess we all have our own way of speaking and usage born to us. But regardless, the Irish blessings have a way of seeping into one’s inner most heart and soul.
So today I leave a thought from the Irish
May you have not frost on your spuds, no worms on your cabbage, may your goat give your plenty of milk and if you inherit a donkey, make she be in foal.
May you live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live.
There are good ships and wood ships. The ships that sail the seas. But the best are friendships and may they always be.
Always remember to forget the troubles that passed away. But never forget to remember, the blessings that come each day.
May the grace of God’s protection and His great love abide; within your heart and within your home, of all who dwell inside.
Let us pray for those who are in need and for the blessings in our life. Amen
Karenpondering 