In case you are wondering what day it is, just look outside. All of nature is dressed in green for St. Patrick’s Day! What a beautiful way to celebrate.
It seems that the Irish do possess some measure of magic. They somehow discovered how to mix work – hard backbreaking work – with pleasure – loud and boisterous celebrations. They have an eye for beauty in their glassware, woolen cloth, leprechaun tales, Irish tunes, vigorous dance, poetic words, and Celtic designs. They hold onto their history while making a place for themselves in today’s world. And their faith has gotten them through so many sorrowful times.
When visiting Ireland, you sense céad míle fáilte – one hundred thousand welcomes – everywhere you go. I never saw green like that before, mostly in overcast weather, almost blinding in the sun. The ubiquitous stone walls reminded us of our Scots-Irish heritage at home in Tennessee. The castles were imposing and charming at the same time, and my schema about the Blarney Stone was corrected when I had the chance to wander through the castle ruins and hang backwards to kiss the source of the gift of gab.
Such a small country with such a large legacy. There’s a lesson for us all in holding on to what makes us distinctive and celebrating the uniqueness we possess. Cheers to the Irish for embracing their history and traditions and even sharing them with the rest of us! The luck of the Irish to us all!