24 September 2014

Come With Me, And Be My Love

Fling open the Chapel doors, the day has come.  This summer our youngest daughter Maggie, married her love, in a small ceremony with only their beloved families present.  She's kinda shy and her choice was to have an intimate, morning wedding but, she said I could give you a sneak peek!   I invite you now to share with Maggie and Ian, their special day.

This is My commandment:
Love One Another As I Have loved You
John 15:9-12
Yet another daughter to wear the neckless which has been in my husbands' family and worn by all brides from his great grandmother on down.  I'm a sap for tradition.

I just love weddings.  There are so many special moments, like this one.  Some love and wishes for a happy life, from her big sister before she walks down the asile.  These two are  my eldest and my youngest.  Maggie is so lucky to have older sisters to follow in marriage.  She will be able to glean advise, and to watch and learn from good examples of marriage in action.  I'm so proud of my daughters, the women they are,  and the men they have married.

"Love those who love you"
  Emily Bronte
When Maggie was three years old, she was her big sister's flower girl.  Now her big sister's 3 year old, Abigail Rose, was Maggie's flower girl.  Isn't it amazing how sometimes life seems to go in a big circle, holding so many precious moments.

Our little Chapel of The Nativity is a place of repose, close to the heart of the Father.

Remember this post when Maggie wore her new heels?  Double click on the underlined text and you can read all about it.  Well, she's still a goofy girl, this time sporting bright yellow heels on her wedding day.  (Sans skateboard!)

That's our girl!  Always her own person, with her own style and she loves her heels.

Across the courtyard, and Daddy starts the journey to walk his daughter down the aisle.  This is the part where I always cry.  His baby girl has become a woman now.  I know he was thinking of all the memories- of bedtime stories, lifting her high in his arms to put the angel on the Christmas tree,  drying away tears when her heart was broken,  riding roller coasters at Disneyland with their arms flying high in the air, telling her she's beautiful, praying that the man she's chosen to marry will love her as much, take care of her as well as he did.

 First Communion as Man and Wife.

Monsignor Purcell, our family priest,  read the vows, and the bride and groom looking lovingly into each other's eyes said,
"We do."

Then they sealed it with a gentle kiss.

 The new Mr. and Mrs. with their Mimi - The matriarch of our family.

Ian's parents and family are a blessing.  They raised a fine young man and are also a great example to the young'ns.  We have an even bigger family now!  Welcome Lawson Clan.


Oh, it's so hard to give your little girl away; no matter how wonderful a match they make.  Waaaaaaaaah.

But look how radiant her smile is...look at the sparkle he has put in her eyes.
Direct your children on the right path,
and when they are older, they will not depart from it.
Proverbs 22:6

Irish Wedding Prayer

May the raindrops fall lightly on your brow
May the soft winds freshen your spirit
May the sunshine brighten your heart
May the burdens of the day rest lightly upon you
And may God enfold you in the mantel of His love.

Maggie Colleen,

I gave you my roots
I give you my wings
Fly baby girl
And always remember who you are.

I love you more than all the miles you drove to get to your new home.


And as for y'all - come back soon because next post I'm taking you to the reception to celebrate, eh!



09 September 2014

Afraid To See A Full Grown Man In a Speedo, Then Don't Open This Post

Last weekend my son came home for his last leave from the Army before he is deployed.  He's trying to make the most of family time and his favorite hobbies.  The guy loves to body surf, so on Saturday, we went down to a the very first international body surfing competition at The Wave in Mission Bay.  The park is a 30,000 foot outdoor venue which includes 'The Wave' and an 8 foot  Flow Barrel called Bruticus Maximus.

This flipping white horse is 8' at the barrel.  It can be a rogue wave or like being thrown into a washing machine, depending on your ride.  A typical California wave in the ocean in the summertime is about 3 feet depending on the conditions so this shows you how rogue this wave is.

There's Dylan about to take his first wave in the practice run for the competition called, "Straight Out Of Whompton".  Don't ask me why its' called that, because I have no idea.  Number one, what is Whompton?  Number two, why would anyone want to take an 8' wave for ANY reason?  I know not.  I do however know why it was a blast to watch.

Let me explain.  Although in a way no explanation is necessary.  Seventy guys competed in nine heats making it a long, fun, summer day of California party on the beach!  During the trials they competed in red, white and blue speedos.  But then, during the heats they competed in whatever they wanted.  Extra points were given if you did tricks, flips, or any kind of showmanship.  My son got one extra point for each heat he competed in these 'budgie smugglers'.  I don't even know where he got them - they came in the mail.  Sketchy you say?  Yup, the internet opens up all sorts of opportunities these days.

 I LOVE where I live!

Mission Beach in San Diego, California.  A party all the time.

See way over to the left, that little red cap?  That's the way you hope you don't end up when you hit the barrel.  This is when you feel like you've been thrown into a washing machine and will end up at the chiropractor the next day.  Guys dislocate their shoulders and God knows what happens to their heads and spines.  But dude, it's fun!  The toys in the foreground are just a few of the things the surfers may use to lend a bit of showmanship to their ride.  Dylan used the shark on one ride, as if the grape smuggler wasn't enough!

Now this is how you want to enter the barrel.  Some body surfers can enter the wave and then reappear from it in their original body surfing pose on their side, feet straight out, one hand over the head, kinda like a yoga pose.  It's called the Chicken Wing.  You get a lot of points for that one if you do it right.

So now you know what we did with our weekend.  Don't blame me if you were offended by the banana hammock speedo (I warned you) but, you went there anyway.  You may want to ask yourself what that says about you?  I know I'm asking what this post says about me!

Love you more than all the fun we had last weekend at The Wave.



18 August 2014

Missing This Guy

 It's been way too long since I have read or written any blogs.  I think this happens to everybody, at least hobbyist's like me who just do this for fun not money.  Not keeping up on my blog writing, which has become a wonderful place to connect with friends, and to journal what's going on in my life,  and all my kids leaving the nest and not living at the cottage anymore, not for school, but for real life this time, has left me in a great big, giant, Redwood sized, FUNK.  My kids are not coming back from school or travel, except to visit from all their distant new homes in (Illinois, San Francisco, Seattle and Georgia, and the far North) well, North of San Diego about 45 minutes from here but, still.  Look above again at my little Finn.  Closer.  Doesn't that face just slay ya?  My expression looks the very same way right now.   I cry every time I look at this picture.  Why keep looking at it you say?  I' guess I'm trying to get all my tears out so that I won't have anymore and I can get on with my life.  What do you think?  Have you ever tried that remedy?  How'd it work out for ya?

 I had such a busy summer, including a working trip to Ireland for a month; my soldier coming home for the last time before deployment; and that's a whole other story, moving my eldest son to another state to start the career he worked so hard in college for,  and my youngest daughter, my baby,  got married .  I didn't see it coming.  I was too busy doing.  My daughter and her new husband went and took him with them to their new home.  Did I mention that?  Imagine!  How rude!  His face in the photo above, is how my heart feels.  Yep, and  about not keeping up on my blog writing.  And about my baby taking her baby away just as I was getting so attached I didn't really see how I could actually let her take him.  Did I mention that?  I have to keep asking because all this grief has boggled my mind and I no longer think straight.  That and I'm old.  No seriously,  the thought crossed my mind. Kidnapping that is.  But I'm pretty sure that is illegal, or immoral, or something starting with im.   Oh yeah, and after 37 years of parenting,  now it's for real. Now I have an empty nest.  I guess I'm lucky to still have my hubby, and he's kinda like a big ol baby, and he's liking empty nest just fine, so somebody around here is happy.   Look again up there at Finn's face, at his body posture.   Closer.    Can you feel my pain?  Please do, because I need to get rid of some of it.  Thank you, you've always been there for me.

Okay, enough.  This is supposed to be my happy place.  So...Attitude, it's all about attitude.  Bare, with me while a garner some.  Okay, mhhh, plaa, kuu, whaah, sob.  All done for now.  At least right this minute.

As I mentioned, I enjoyed a trip to The Beara Peninsula in the South of Ireland again this year.  The Rhododendrons were in full bloom.  They're everywhere and bigger than I've ever seen.  Quite a beautiful sight.

 This is the Dzogchen Beara Tibetan Buddhist Retreat Center in Allihies, West Cork.  I go there every time I go to Ireland.  I'm drawn to the sea, and the rural peace of this place.  If you ever get to this part of the country, please do stop in, or even stay.  Words can't express.

 This was about as cloudy as it got in Ireland in June of this year.  I do love rainy days there.  It's so perfect for cuddling-in, for long days of painting and writing.  This year the month of June was mostly, HOT though.  Just fyi; go to Ireland in May.  Lots of typical Irish weather and no crowds!

Well, this may be the shortest post I've ever written.  Until I recover my photos this is about all I can show you of Ireland.  Hang in there because the wedding pictures will be here soon and that will be a treat and my funk should be gone and maybe I can make you smile.  But for now, I'm gonna go look at the photo of sweet Finn one two three a few more times.

I won't let you go without a sunset though - so here it is.



Fletcher Cove Park

15 June 2014

I Know That God Must Love Me

I know that God must love me because, he's given me my daughter Tara.  Happy birthday darlin' girl.

She has a light in her soul
She opens up her heart
She shows me where the sun is
She can always ease my pain.

I know that God must love me
He showed me with His grace
I knew just how completely
When I saw my angel's face.

And in that very important moment
When she came into my world
I knew that she was so much more
Than just my baby girl.

She's my closest friend
The reason I do my best.
She has a smile that an angel might envy.

Some of these photos's are a few years old but, I'm in Ireland and don't have all my files. 
My internet takes forever to load a photo. 
 I like to keep my kids suspended in time. 
I wish I could keep them strapped into their seat belts in my car forever. 
I never wanted them to grow up and leave me. 
Forgive me,  I'm a stinkin' mess.
I will  carry on now.

Tara grew up to be a beautiful young woman and married her best friend.

About twelve minutes after they were married they bought a puppy they called, Hank. (Sorry, no pictures of Hank.)   Just like her momma, (wink!) you could tell that she had that maternal feeling going on.   First she and Jason had four strapping, handsome, boisterous boys.

Then this little ray of sunshine graced our lives.  First baby girl after all the brothers.

 Then about every two years she does this.  Self explanatory.

When you make babies this beautiful, and you parent in a way that is admirable and full of grace, the world is every single day, made just a little lovelier.

And this is number seven, bringing us to four boys and three girls.  I know what you're thinking!  One more and we're even.  Okay, maybe that's just what I'm thinking.

This is our big, beautiful family whom I live for.  I'm off writing in Ireland on a painting and writing retreat, missing them with all my heart and soul.  Tara, this is for you - for your belated birthday because, you are the poem I dreamed of writing.  The masterpiece I longed to paint.  You are the shining star I reached for in my ever hopeful quest for life fulfilled.
You are my child and now with all things I am blessed.

Happy birthday sunshine.

Love you more than all the shamrocks in Ireland,


30 May 2014

Surfing Soul Sisters

Friday, 30 May 2014

Since it's still Friday, even over here in Ireland where I'm on a working holiday, I decided to post a "Flashback Friday" on this here blog spot of mine.  Quick and sweet, a visual treat.  Two sisters, (my daughter's) about 6 years ago, on a surf outing, just across the road from our cottage by the sea.  It's the sweet, sweet soul of sisters enjoying summer.  Come along, let's pretend it's 2008!

 How do people make it through life without a sister?
-Sara Corpening-

 I don't believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers.  It makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage.  Sisterhood and brotherhood is a condition people have to work at.
-Maya Angelou- May she rest in eternal peace.

 Ready...Get set...


A sister is a forever friend.  When sister's stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us? 

-Pam Brown-

 Short boarding, yea!

"I think I'll just lie out here in the great outdoors and ponder life."

In thee my soul shall own
Combined the sister and the friend
-Catherine Killigrew-

Look at the sea, girls - all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen.  We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds."

 My heart.

 My soul.

 My life.

Mutual weirdness forever!

When I grow up I want to be a beach bum.

Hear the sound of the waves and relax,  it's Flashback Friday.

We're rolling into summer, friends.  What are your plans?  Lay it on me!

Blessings from the Emerald Isle,