A Poem and a Painting for Ireland
Before we left Ireland, I knew I wanted to create a painting for our trip, but the painting didn’t speak to me right away. It was always there, though, a whisper not to be forgotten. A couple of weeks ago, I was thinking about the lovely Irish music that welcomed us to the Cliffs of Mohor. A lady was singing in that beautiful lilt at the start of our walk to the cliffs. She had red hair and wore a white and green dress. We listened for a while, enchanted. Wanting to place something in the hat on the ground, but having no change, I gave what I had in my purse. I knew we wouldn’t be buying much, as our days in this second home was coming to an end, so why not share the euros. It was a 10 dollar bill. I handed it to the singer, so it wouldn’t blow away in the wind. She broke out into a smile and as her song ended, she thanked me much. My husband, on the other hand, was livid for the amount that I gave her. But I knew it meant a lot to her and what she gave to us, as I conti
