I’ve been working on a series of mixed media pieces (see above three of the series) inspired by both a poem my mother wrote “Truth in Poetry” and a long anticipated trip to Europe where we spent a week on the enchanting island of Ireland.
My husband’s family is originally from Ireland and while there, we researched his family’s background. We were very excited when we found that his genealogy came with that of Kings and castles. Then when we looked deeper we saw that in 1649-50 a somewhat controversial distant relative of mine destroyed his family’s castle. Needless to say we were surprised, and I pointed out how he was a “distant” relative. I thought about it for awhile, and felt bad for this bad karma in the past. Then I realized though that, had that not happened, he most likely wouldn’t be here. Not that all that pain suffered is justification, but I’m awfully glad he’s here now… It can sometimes be a bumpy to the future.
I did manage to kiss the Blarney Stone, which bestows the gift of eloquence, or as some say the “gift of gab”. I’m keeping my fingers crossed! I also walked up and down the Wishing Steps near the Witch’s Cave at the Blarney Castle with my eyes closed and made two wishes. We’ll see about that, too!
The people in Ireland were so wonderful, I think many of them have kissed the “Blarney Stone”. I loved the music in the pubs and one thing that really struck me was how the younger people danced and sang with the older people. It was really beautiful, they all hung out together.