In every direction, a mountain range graces the Irish skyline. The ancient peaks are rounded and clothed with patchwork vests of tan grasses, green forests, and pink heather. Distinct borders set aside each odd shaped patch of color from its neighbor. These borders are built of stones cleared from fields and stacked vertically, or more …
A sand piper needling the sand trots in a fast staccato along the edge of the gulf’s waters. With uncanny intuition he gauges the breaking and receding waves, scuttling back and forth. As I watch I fear that this time the little creature will be caught and dragged into deep water, but as always, …
Note* I’ve recorded the blog, if you’d rather listen than read. I sit on the couch with lists on my lap wondering how I should spend my day. Part of me thinks I should walk where I want, just walk there rightly. Another part thinks that God cares about my choices of where to go. Which …