Showing posts with label Irish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Irish. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Hot Tea and Cold Snow


My cup of tea steeping in front of a snowy window
This morning when I woke to my husband moving around the room, he mentions he had received a text from my mom letting us know we need to be careful. He looked outside and saw nothing on the ground. Approximately 15 minutes later, he walks into the living room and I hear him exclaim about all the snow on the ground. Sure enough, the snow is covering the ground. I know my husband is wishing there was a snow day and he didn't have to go to work. But we all have our responsibilities that have to be fulfilled.

Me, I woke up to my chest hurting and a rattle. My cough is settling in. It skipped past the runny nose and congestion and went straight for the ringer: the chest. I stayed in bed longer than yesterday as I was not going to be walking today. When I did get up, I did some dishes (and counted them as exercise) and prepared for work. I settled in with a hot cup of Irish breakfast tea and chocolate chip muffins. And yes, I still have calories left for the day!

Yummy muffins
The topic? As I stare out the window at the snow softly falling, I have to wonder why I am not near as excited about seeing the snow as my husband is.  I know I love to watch it and observe it covering the ground. However, whenever I see snow or hear them forecasting for it, I cringe. All I can think of it is how I have to get to work and worrying about getting there. Why can't I enjoy the time off or relax? Why can't I enjoy a day with my cute puppies and hopefully having my husband spend it with me? I tell you what, if I did have the day off today, I would be settling back in between the warm sheets and hopefully shaking this rattle in my chest. Perhaps this state of mind is evidence of the time we live in. A time where we feel as though we have to work constantly. Perhaps it is a mindset we have to resolve. One day, I will love having a snow day. But today isn't that day.
One of my fluffy puppies, Fionna

But for the time being, I will enjoy the few hours I have left. I still have to get ready for work and do all the prep work. Lunch is already packed. I am going to place a heating pack on my neck and continue watching TV for now. Enjoying life one day at a time, one puppy kiss at a time and one loving look from my husband at a time. Until next time, I hope you enjoy this thing called La Vie.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Learning from Loss

Leap forward five hours in time and you will come across the shores of Ireland.  On this day, St. Patrick is said to have driven the snakes out of Ireland.  On this day, Ireland is celebrating the feast day of its patron saint.  From the Cliffs of Mohr to the shores of County Galway, the country is enjoying a day of celebrating with loved ones and neighbors.  While we as Americans dye rivers green and our beer green too, the people of Ireland need only go out into a field and see the green laid out before them.  I am so proud to call myself Irish.  On this day, my blood runs green.  So I begin this post saying, "Happy St. Patrick's Day!"

I mentioned briefly last night about the parade my fiance and I and his son attended.  I also told you that the topic of today's post had three legs....did anyone figure it out?

Let's see....

Yesterday, in the Raleigh parade for St. Patrick's Day, there were several animal rescue groups dedicated to certain breeds of dogs.  There were the Irish wolfhounds (my favorite, I want one of those gentle giants!), greyhounds, German shepherds, pit bulls and much, much more!  In a few of the groups, I noticed a dog that made my think.  These dogs had three legs!  Now I am certain you have all heard stories.  An animal loses the use of its limb and adapts its lifestyle accordingly.  I remember watching one little kitten who was born with deformed back legs, both of them.  This little kitten got around by, literally, picking its hind legs off the ground into a hand-stand and walking that way!  I have seen dogs with two legs, both of them on the same side of the body, and the dog is still able to run and play.  He stands up by leaning against a tree, for example.

How is it that these animals do not realize their limb is gone?  Whenever we, as people, lose the use of a limb, whether temporarily or permanently, we mourn for a little bit.  We are slow to adapt but quick to mourn.  I began to think about our ability to adapt in other aspects of our life.  When we suffer a loss, how can we adapt to a point where it is like it never happened at all?

When we lose a loved one, we are force to handle the death through the funeral and spending time with the surviving family.  It still takes time to recover from a loss such as this, to begin moving forward again.  But what about other losses?  We have to adapt to change in our life, no matter what aspect.  But I think we have to also remember what we lost.  Unlike animals forgetting they had the limb, any piece of us that we lose, we have to remember it was once there.  We learn from loss.  If you lose a friend, you learn how to better keep the next one.  When we lose a little bit of faith, we have to learn how to get it back and keep it.  We can learn a lot from animals but have to remember what makes us human as well.  Loss is painful and can cause us a lot of strive in our life.  But loss is also the way we grow as people.  When large losses occur in the world, such as the Holocaust, we are more hard pressed to prevent something like that from happening ever again.  It causes social change in the world and society, as well as the immortality of that loss.

Loss cannot be ignored, although we try to.  I believe our mourning to be the process of trying to forget when we really should be embracing the loss and learning from it.  I know it is hard.  I have gone down this path several times, in several ways.  Although I try to forget the loss, I eventually come to realize that it can help me move forward.

I hope everyone enjoys their St. Patrick's Day.  Please be safe.  Don't drink and drive.  Most importantly, enjoy and embrace everyone around you.  You never know when you might experience a loss but it is better to enjoy the time you have rather than stew on the potential future.  Until then, enjoy St. Patrick's Day.  Here, it is gloomy and rainy, fitting for an Irish celebration, and the best kind of sunscreen!  Please enjoy a thing called, "La Vie."

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Away for the Day

Happy St Patrick's Day in advance!!!!

I have just returned from a day in Raleigh, NC with my fiance, his son and my parents, enjoying the parade and festival in downtown there.  I not only had an amazing time but also procured a remarkable sunburn!  Starting the season of heat right.  As it is an hour from the day of celebration for a lot of the English speaking world and a holiday for my family (Dad is full-blood Irish), I am going to save my notes on life until tomorrow.  I hope you will come back by and visit to read what I saw and how it made it reflect on how I live my life.

I will give you a hint....

It only has......three legs.....

That's it!  No more clues!  Until next time, enjoy St. Patrick's Day carefully and cautiously.  Please do not drink and drive and enjoy the time you have with loved ones.  Until tomorrow, enjoy a thing called, "La Vie."