on the road again

I woke up this morning early so I could beat the heat. I thought I would get a running start on packing the rig and preparing for a road trip. Well I snuck up on it, but it clobbered back. So here I sit in the air conditioned house with several more loads of things to pack. Of course now that I need to print things to go....my printer says no. That is so much like life. Oh best laid plans.....well new plan. I do hope it rains here in Northwest Arkansas. The trees look so thirsty. I always am a little anxious about leaving the comforts of my little nest here in the mountains, but the road hold adventure and opportunities. Stay or go, either way I am blessed. But this time, I get to see my grandson, so that is worth it all! Don't even get me started xoxoxoxx...love...love...love.....xoxoxxo. The heat messengers like the spider, bees and butterfly messengers are letting us know it is time to wise up and smell the environment. We can all do a little and that little will help. Fear and worry are totally useless, what is useful is love and hope. Good is good, God is good, you are good...love is good, hope is good....BE GOOD!!

Irish dreams again

Today, I miss Ireland. I would like to just leave all these papers on my desk, my to do lists, my disappointments and ignorant expectations and just fly away. I don't even need to pack a bag because I know a St. Vincent DePaul shop in Wicklow Town that would take care of my wardrobe needs. Perhaps I would not even leave a forwarding address, just become a part of the land a misguided three leaf clover. Since I feel like Ireland must be the closest place to heaven I could just make a hop skip and a jump and be in my forever home. But meanwhile, to have my feet on Irish soil and to look into the eyes of Irish hearts, that is my fantasy get away today. To walk away from this computer and my cell phone and to wake up to brown bread and jam with a hot cup of coffee every morning. Maybe I could even write my thoughts on a piece of paper, and talk to a friend face to face.....oh that would be glory.

Irish dreams

I just can't seem to quit dreaming about Ireland. I just can't seem to get enough Irish spirit ( and I don't mean Guinness, although actually that too)
I found myself online googling today airline prices for 2011. No offence to Walmart, mom, but how I describe Ireland is...pre Walmart...pre fast food...pre run for your life.
I was born in the 50s, I remember the local grocery store where we had a tab and the bakery next door which contributed to my abundantly happy fat cells. Small town people, small town times. Not crazy like today. We could actually go out and play for hours. We made up games and rode our bikes and didn't think of every person we met as a stranger. I had not experienced that feeling of safety in over 40 years. I felt it in Ireland. The small towns, the comforting spirit, slowness, coolness, kindness. Wow! I am so happy I was born before i-pods, cell phones and home computers. No offence to price cutting smiles, but before Walmart. I remember cherry phosphates at the drug store and free birthday meals from McDonalds. Before the progress, this easy, microwave time we live in, easy ...is getting harder every day! Don't change Ireland please, I'll be back soon.