Sharing God's creation

Fri., Aug. 26
The children, big and small, arrived early Wed. morning so the cottage has an entirely different feel to it. Where once it was very quiet, calm, and peaceful, now it is alive with high energy, excitement, and lots of noise!

Colin (6.5) and Dylan (3) and their Mom, Sara, and their Uncle Charles, landed in Shannon at 6a Wed. morning and Tom brought them to the cottage about 8a. Colin had fallen asleep in the van, so Uncles Charles carried him straight to bed. But, when I scooped Dylan up his first words were, "donkey?, cows?, horses?" He evidently, had gotten a bit more sleep on the plane and was ready to go exploring.

Across the road from the cottage is the beautiful Galway Bay. There is a great-for-walking-on stone fence separating a large, grassy, sloping area where 5 cherished donkeys live. Early this summer, 2 babies were born to the family and dance about, much to the delight of all the tourists.

This was Dylan's and my first stop in our morning of exploring. This particular morning, they had wandered a bit out from the fence but I promised him we would gather food (apples, bread @ carrots) to come back and feed the donkeys. As we walked around the corner from our cottage, towards town, there was a large gathering of cows. Dylan says, "those are my friends."

On into town, we pop into Hyland's, my hang out for wifi, friendships, delicious vegetable soup, and hub of the village. Everyone is pleased to meet Dylan, who is his sweet charming self. Una, the hotel manager, scoops him up and he gives her a big grin, while Katy Rose, a beautiful young woman, who does everything at Hyland's from serving food, to desk attention, also cheerfully welcomes Dylan to Ballyvaughan.

Another stop at Quinn's, my favorite gift shop in Ballyvaughan, to meet Madeline; a quick look into the Soda Parlor, to see if Josh and Amy are around but they are not; a d we've hit some of my favorite spots and people. Time to head back to the cottage for a nap.

Shortly after I settle Dylan down for a nap, Colin wakes up. (Meanwhile both Sara and Charles are sound a sleep). Colin only has one thing in mind-going to the shore to look for crabs, shells, rocks with "crystals" embedded in them, and other treasures. Last year he spent hours doing this, especially with my best friend, Hope. Just before he came this summer, unbeknownst to him, she had sent him a large magnifying glass to aid him in his discoveries. I slipped it in my suitcase and he was delighted to use it on his new discoveries.

One of the many pleasures I enjoy with the grand-boys, is teaching them about God in a simple, but very real way. I tell them that God created each and every shell, rock, crab on the beach. He created the sun and moon, the tide that washes up all those treasures. He is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow and will always be there for us. Just as the water washes up on the shore, in smooth, gentle waves, so does His unconditional love. In bits and pieces (a favorite expression over here), I share my faith with the boys and enjoy their trusting acceptance of that faith.

A new friend-Maureen Green

I will return to this story of my discovery and love affair with Ballyvaughan, but first a sweet story of a new friendship-one of many!

Monday, Aug. 22, 2011
A perfectly delightful, surprise visit this morning from my new friend from North Yorkshire, England, Maureen Green. I'm sitting in my conservatory, as they call my glass enclosed room over here, sipping coffee in my pjs, listening to worship music, luxuriating in the view, when she taps on my window.

I met Maureen at the Soda Parlor on Saturday. I was already seated enjoying my very favorite crepe, Brie, crispy bacon and a bit of cranberry chutney, when Maureen comes in and sits at a table opposite me. We catch each other's eyes, we smile, and thus begins our connection.

As she studies the menu and peers over at me in that familiar way of viewing other's food for ideas of what to order, I volunteer my selection and declare it to be superb, which she promptly orders.

The Soda Parlor is very small and intimate, with probably no more than 8 tables so on any day, but especially a Sat., it stays full. All the tables are full and two women enter looking for a table. (I have become quite close to the hard-working young family who operate it and want them to have all the business they can manage so they can stay in business until my next visit.) I ask the two women to wait one minute and I go over to my smiling friend, Maureen, and tell her I would like to give up my table to the ladies. Would I be imposing if I joined her while we both finished our lunches. She welcomed me eagerly and thus has begun a wonderful friendship.

Maureen is 73 young years; a widow since last Sept., to a "good and kind man", who died after an 18 mo. battle with leukemia; has 3 dear daughters, 8 grandsons, and 3 great-grandsons; runs the family business of the engineering of gears for machinery, which she has recently sold, with great relief; travels; is chair of the Governor's Board of Education, which looks over the management of the school budgets as well as the curriculum; a woman of deep faith; and a lover and appreciator of life, just like me.

She has her beautiful springer spaniel with her, Paddy, which she leaves in the car until I insist that she bring him in. And thus a delightful friendship is started. We exchange emails, pictures are taken, and I invite her to come visit me in Washington, as well as here in the village next summer.

I am learning to be more and more open to each moment, each person God brings into my life. We walk amongst people in need; people hungry to be heard and cared about. Having the time and heart for those opportunities makes for lots of wonderful surprises and treasured moments.

Planning begins

It was about a year later, fall of 2007, that I began to plan my return trip to Ireland for the summer of 2008. On my previous trip, as I said, I had hit all the typical tourist spots: Dublin, Rock of Cashel, Waterford, Killarney and the Ring of Kerry, Blarney (No, I did not kiss it. I had no interest in hanging upside down to kiss the dirty thing.), Tipperary, to name the highlights. I am so glad that I saw all of those sights, with the wonderful overview of the island.

But when I began to plan my extended stay in some single village, I wanted to get away from the tourist hot-spots. That's when I began to look at the west coast.

I considered the Dingle peninsula, a gorgeous seaside area, but too busy with tourists in the summer. I then started north, along the coast from there. I seriously considered Lahinch, a surfing village, and one my family loves to visit, but too young and hip (and noisy) for my tastes. Next, north on the coast was Doolin, some consider the music capital of western Ireland but, again, too young and hip. Then there was Fanore, the next village south of where I am in Ballyvaughan. It was TOO quiet and small, with only one pub and a tiny market.

At the same time I was spending hundreds of hours researching, I got to know a woman, Bonney, who was taking her granddaughter to the same music class I was taking Colin to and we became good friends. I knew her husband was Irish and they returned frequently, so I asked her if she had a any recommendations and told her what I was looking for: a seaside village with a few pubs, shops, B&B's, that I could settle into for a month and just chill out with friends and family.

GODSEQUENCE Alert. She said her cousin, Louise, would be more than happy to help me. Louise worked for the Irish Tourism Board and lived in County Cork. Bonney would introduce us via email and Louise would find us the perfect place.


And so, that's how I found my first rental house and in Ballyvaughan. God's hand was in it from the very beginning, thus, the beginnings of abundant blessings.

Resurrecting the blog

I've been thinking for quite some time about resurrecting my blog but just haven't gotten around to it. But here I am, in the beautiful village of Ballyvaughan, County Clare, on the west coast of Ireland, over-looking Galway Bay with the time and the inclination and I have...Something 2 Say.

Many ask me, How did you find this place? Why do you go back each year? What draws you back? I will attempt to put into words, the answers to these questions and more reflections of how this place renews and fulfills me each year.

I, like many Americans, have a mixed bag of ethnicity: Irish, Scotch/Irish, German, English and even Cherokee Indian blood flowing through me. And , for all I know other strains of our rich blend of ethnic diversity. My Mother's side of the family had the German blood and some Scotch/Irish; my Daddy all the rest.

It was my Daddy who LOVED the Irish. He had many Irish friends, loved St. Patrick's Day, and inspired in me a love of all things Irish.  So, I grew up thinking the Irish were very special people, having caught the fever from Daddy.

In 2005, I came with a group from my church to the Baptist World Alliance (BWA) meeting in Birmingham, England, followed by tours of England, Wales and Ireland. From the first moment I landed on the Emerald Isle I was enchanted. There was something different about this place that drew me in. I only spent a very few days, visiting all the tourist spots, but promised myself then, that I would return and for a good long time!

I was thankful that although I had already lost Mother in 2004, at the time (2005), Daddy was still alive and alert enough to know where I was and be oh so happy for me to be experiencing his beloved Ireland. 

 I knew I would return to Ireland, after my caregiving days were over and I had time to re-group from the devastating loss of both my beloved parents within two years of each other. So after Daddy died in 2006, and I slowly worked through my shattered life (we had been a tight, inter-dependent threesome and now I felt like a 3-legged stool with 2 legs chopped off!), I began to plan my return.