Ah, a wee bit conflicted on this great day...
I am challenged with the task of balancing the great "American" celebration of St. Patrick into my rich memory of my time living in Ireland.
Ireland not only taught me about St. Patrick's incredible faith and path in seeing freedom for the Irish, but I experienced the warmth and community from the Irish families at levels that can never be touched.
I miss the long nights of traditional Irish music, laughter, and story telling in the living room of the Donnelly house.
I crave to watch the young Irish students run around town in their uniforms and jumpers.
I hold onto the rich green colors that consumed my attention in our windy travels on the beaten paths.
The soft but radiant chant of Emma and the deep searching in the hearts of my Galway youth group fly with me today more than usual.
I miss you Ireland and I recommend to anyone and everyone that when/if they get to see this great country: slow down and learn as much as you can from the Irish and the way they choose to live. It will change you!
Happy St. Patrick's day!
"So here's to you and yours and mine and ours. If mine and ours ever come across you and yours, I pray that you and yours will be as kind to mine and ours as mine and ours have been to you and yours!"