We can become fixated on what things are called rather than
what they actually are and often dismiss them if they donâ€™t fall into a
convenient category for us.
I have little doubt that almost nobody else at Circle B
today bothered to study the grasses and weeds like this old Irish fool, who
seemed to spend most of his time crouched down and kneeling in the dirt. But my
curiosity paid dividends in the hidden beauty that these lovely little plants
so anonymously contributed to a near perfect day.
Though they may indeed be just â€œweedsâ€ and tiny to the point
of being almost invisible â€¦. I thought they are worth sharing.
Hope they add a new perspective into the start of your new
It was a rainy Saturday morning in Limerick and I dragged my
brother-in-law and my niece out to the Stone Circle at Grange so they could
experience a little history on their visit to Ireland.
This Stone Circle dates from around 2,000 BC and on a soft
rainy day like this we had the place to ourselves and a chance to feel the
wonderful sense of history that such a special place brings to your soul.
Its builders likely didnâ€™t have wheels and yet moved large
boulders great distances. They had limited celestial knowledge (or did they)
and yet they perfectly aligned the entrance to the circle so that at daybreak
on the summer solstice in June, the early morning rays would beam through
the entrance and directly hit the center point of the circle. They didnâ€™t have
drones or satellite views and yet the entrance to this circle and two others in
nearby fields formed a perfect isosceles triangle.
For many years, this little spot has been my personal haven
â€¦ a means to ground myself away from lifeâ€™s chaos and restore some sense of
reality on the relevance of issues that I get to face on a daily basis.
I flew back last night and I hope these three little images
help give you room for thought as you go through the rest of your week!