Suzanne’s Blog for 12/14/2022

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I walked on the rocks of the Giants Causeway.

I walked the paths along the Irish Cliffs.
I watched the looms make cloth in Avoca.

I drank beer and danced to the music in the pubs.

Ireland is a magical place where the people have learned to walk and whistle.

They learned to not take certain things seriously or important things for granted.

Here’s To the Ireland Still Inside My Heart
 
They have had terrible events that killed and maimed.

But somehow, they created dance songs that expressed their pain.

They take the bad and tell a story instead.

They celebrate the horror and sing to the dread.
My lineage has a lot of Irish in our blood.

My family can weave a yarn … and roll in the mud.

We are not full of self-importance or give off airs.

We have been the servants that carried hot water up the stairs.

We worked hard and played with abandon.

We fought our own fights and made medicine out of plantain.

I appreciate the Irish that still runs in my blood.

She is ancient and young. Still beautiful like a flower bud.

She has not yet bloomed and there is a long way to go.

She enjoys the journey and prefers to walk slow.

She does not want to miss what might be around the bend.

That next adventure could be with a new friend.

And that would make the moment special and worthwhile.
She seeks not riches but the magic of smiles.

~Suzanne Wagner~