This will be a short post today. I just returned from a three-week vacation to our beloved rental cottage in southwest Ireland. On the fifth day of our trip, I fell and cracked my collarbone. I spent the rest of the vacation in a sling. I’m healing well now, but still mostly typing with one hand! Slow going!
All things considered; the injury was a blessing in that strange way that “bad things” can so often be. It caused my husband and me to slow way down, enjoying casual walks through beautiful gardens, slow drives along the coast, afternoon teas with pastries or scones, and wonderful evenings of music in the pubs.
I’ve never talked so much about how ivy grows on a tree, or how to pick wild blackberries in the hedges, or how interesting bruises can be. Ireland is a spiritual place for me, and it wasn’t just my clavicle that was healing while we were there, it was my soul.
I’ll write more about that soon, but for now, I’m going to go rest my arm and savor this lovely fall day. But first, an Irish blessing for you: “May your troubles be less, and your blessings be more, and nothing but happiness come through your door.”
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