“It’s the one place on earth heaven had kissed with melody, mirth, and meadow and mist. ~ Irish Proverb.” Never have I seen so many shades of green in this rolling hills of Dingle Peninsula. According to the song Johnny … Continue reading →
“Newgrange is best known for the illumination of its passage and chamber by the winter solstice sun. Above the entrance to the passage, there is an opening called a roof-box. Its purpose is to allow sunlight to penetrate the chamber … Continue reading →
Ireland is a country of Gaelic people and mystical land. I could not understand their thick accent unless I ask them to speak slowly. I don’t know which one has the best accent: Irish or Scottish? There is a Gaelic … Continue reading →
History reveals that life was a big circle, curves and spirals when we visited Newgrange, Co Meath, Ireland. The place of the prehistoric site built during the Neolithic age 3200 BC. According to archeology, the mounds are older than the … Continue reading →
Two Canadian girls on a trip not knowing a single word of Gaelic. Reading these street names, we don’t even know whether it means North, South, East or West. We kept on walking on the island that is thick with … Continue reading →
I will give thee a dog which I got in Ireland. He is huge of limb, and for a follower equal to an able man. Moreover, he has man’s wit, and will bark thine enemies, but never at thy friends. … Continue reading →
There is this one Jesuit priest that I followed for an annual retreat. The places he offered the retreat was as close as Portland and as far as Ireland. It’s not so much about him why I followed his retreat; it was the teaching of a Jesuit, the humour and the awareness of living the faith. It was very realistic.My dearly departed friend, Jancis, was the one who introduced me to Awareness. She’s not even Catholic. Somehow, I discovered that there is a priest who actually runs the program on Awareness.Jim Dolan. He studied under the tutelage of the writer Anthony de Mello, Awareness.
Awareness by Anthony de Mello
In short, I went to attend his week-long retreat and became hooked. From then on, I joined the annual spiritual discernment. Much to my surprise, the retreat was mostly for Nuns, Brothers and Priests. I was the only one “out-of-order”. I belong as far as I am concerned even though I am not part of the religious institution whether they like it or not.I encouraged my friend and the “YaYa Sisterhood” to attend his retreat in Ireland. It was victory for me when I can persuade a person let alone my sisters! Jancis and I went one year; YaYa Sisterhood went. all four of them, on another year. As much as I love my sisters, I beat a different drum from them. Needless to say, I did not join their travels.The favourite meditation that I treasure the most is “did I enjoy my last hour?” This statement is actually an examination of conscience at the end of the day before I go to sleep. It is a discernment of moral values and ethics. Anybody can do it. Try it. If you do not believe in God, then leave God behind. Just think about it, mediate on the question.Did you enjoy your last hour?