Thoughts of the Irish on this Sunday

An Irish Proverb

Always remember to forget

The things that made you sad.

But never forget to remember

The things that made you glad.

Always remember to forget

The friends that proved untrue.

But never forget to remember

Those that have stuck by you.

Always remember to forget

The troubles that passed away.

But never forget to remember

The blessings that come each day.
(unknown to me)

*www.flickr.com/photos/micromeld/2775058233

* "The east face of the cross bears an ecclesiastic figure that looks like a bishop but some think it may be a female figure and believe it to be of St Bridget, but due to weathering it is impossible to tell. The west face bears a head/mask, shown right this side is also badly weathered. Access is over a wooden stile on the west side of the road. Tully church and crosses situated in Laughanstown have always had an association with St Bridget who died in 523 AD. In the field opposite the church is a tall slender cross, pictured above, thought to be of the 12th/13th century."

 Today I would stroll the land of Ireland where these ancient crosses are found.  I would know my Irish history and find relatives who would tell me of my people.  It would be a travel to find the lovely bones of those who lived in a different time and culture.  Over time some found their way to America.  They brought Ireland with them and it found it's way to me.  Although I am not fortunate enough to know my ancestors the love of this land in born in me.

"And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.}

W. B. Yeats, The Lake Isle of Innisfree