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Meeting God

By Default admin account on 14-Dec-09 01:38

Waiting in the Arrivals Hall at Dublin Airport for my sister, there was a young man sitting beside me and working away on his laptop. Then taking out a mobile phone, he spoke to somebody newly-landed. There followed a long succession of questions about the location of the newcomer and instructions as he guided the Unseen in our direction...

Something about roots

By Default admin account on 14-Dec-09 01:35

“Rhubarb”, Maureen said; she is my locally-based sister and enjoys my infrequent weekend visits to Ennis. Of course! I had been staring in puzzlement at a tub of mysterious, tortuous, clay-coated roots, outside Brohan’s hardware in Parnell St. I sometimes feel vaguely sorry for people who don’t come from Clare. And beneath this, there is another familiar small guilt about being so superior. But Clare does have it all; a wild-calling Atlantic coast, stone of Burren...

Tell me a story

By Default admin account on 14-Dec-09 01:33

Diarmuid at five years couldn’t get enough of listening to stories. And this does not change with age. Kieran Scott says that, “we live in a story-shaped world”. (Furrow, Jan 2007). Indeed John Shea, that master of God stories, says that God made people because God loves stories.

A family reunion

By Default admin account on 14-Dec-09 01:28

It is not only in Africa that ancestors are important; we all owe them. Realising this, my mothers’ people, the Connellan tribe, had another family reunion in Clare this August. Relatives converged from England, Canada, America, Switzerland and New Zealand, a distinguished bunch all in all. As new waves of grandchildren appear at these gatherings, we seniors realise that our own ancestor status is approaching and appreciate family continuity all the more...

Late Visitors

By Default admin account on 14-Dec-09 01:24

Around 9 o'clock last evening three blackbirds visited the small garden at Mountain View Park. They were just on a pre-bedtime walkabout. It was a cool damp June twilight, not a time for singing, just down time. Only one had a yellow beak; but certainly they were related. Like a typical family they visited...

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