As of tomorrow morning, I will have been in Ireland for a fortnight. It seems rather crazy that it has actually been that long. Maybe because I just got back from a week of traveling in Ireland with my parents or because classes haven’t started (they start Monday), I feel slightly discombobulated.
Starting tomorrow, I am going to try very hard to establish a routine and stick to it. For those of you who know me, you know I am always trying to develop and follow plans only for real life to come in muck them up quite thoroughly. However, Dwight D. Eisenhower once said, “In battle I have always found plans to be useless, but planning to be indispensable.” That is one of my many unofficial life mottos.
Anyway…enough about me. Let’s chat about Ireland.
There is too much that happened in the last two weeks to cover in one blog post, so I am just going to hit the highlights of the highlights of the highlights. (Note to Self: Blogging more regularly is going on the master plan.)
One of the most delightful afternoons of the most recent Telle Family Adventure was totally unplanned. We were in Northern Ireland heading to Giant’s Causeway when we saw a handmade basket shop. My mother wanted to stop, so we did.
What was intended to be a quick stop to see if they had trellis baskets (i.e. the baskets that the heroine of Janes Austen novels are always holding while picking flowers in the garden) turned into a three hour conversation about baskets, bee-keeping, Veronica Guerin, WW2, meningitis, Ireland, beaches, guns, traditional crafts, faith, customs, and family. Tea and snacks were also included.
We drove away from our new friends–Louise and Trevor–with faces and hearts that couldn’t stop smiling.
A beautiful sunset or a geological marvel are beautiful reflections and reminders that God loves us. But it is our interactions with other people–family, friend, or stranger–that take that infinite, mysterious love from a reflection/reminder and help turn it into a reality. We are, after all, His hands and feet in the world. We are called to build His Kingdom. He uses us in more ways than we could ever imagine. What a comforting, confusing, and concerning thought.
I was going to talk about Newgrange in this post, but I’ve already gone theological. I’ll save talking about the neolithic passage tomb, which is 500 years older than the Pyramids of Giza, for another post.
I’ll conclude this post by saying something that I don’t, and can never, say enough.
My parents are absolutely amazing. Dad did an almost perfect job of driving on the wrong-side of the street. Mom didn’t complain that the roads were too curvy for reading. They are an incredible team and I am so very thankful for all the adventures we have gone on together.
Nobody else would understand the agony of feeling carsick, but only have ten pages of delightful book to finish. Nobody else would understand the importance of taking what became an unintentional 6-hour detour to see the beach where the horserace in “The Quiet Man” was filmed. Nobody else would try every type of strawberry rhubarb candy that every candy shop we visited had to offer. Nobody else would understand why I had to try the seafood chowder at every pub we visited to compare.
Yes, my parents are the best two parents that this girl could have ever imagined. We’re definitely not perfect, but imperfections make life more fun.
Thanks for everything, Mom and Dad.
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”