In Kilmovee, I liked to take pictures of the church from the front of my house. There is a magnificent tree outside he house and some of the photos I took were through its branches. I liked the idea of the solid church finding shelter in the barness or the fullness of the branches. The other day, I found myself doing the same here in Tubbercurry. There is something in it, something about the fragile and the strong, the passing and the permanent and, maybe above all, about blending.
I wish you gentleness today and may it guide us all in our thoughts, words and actions.
God bless you, this Spring Day.