The Magic of March…

I took this picture in San Francisco and asked these ladies where they were from, with a cute Irish accent they said” Ireland of course.” Funny, I should have guessed. Why ? look at how red their hair is, and how sweet they look. I love the Irish, and I feel bad for all their tragedies, and how bad they had it when they frist came over to America.  I think these people have a spirit that keeps them going in the hardest of times. They always believed in luck, and a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

 I would love to chase rainbows when my kids were young. My children think I am idealistic, with both feet firmy planted in mid-air. There were  large mushrooms going in our yard when the kids were young, and only in our yard. All the kids in the neighborhood would come over to see them and ask me why only our house had these  mushrooms. I told them leprechauns lived in our yard and the mushrooms were their home, because we believe in them  and they brought  us  good luck ! And after the lawn was cut, the mushrooms would grow back, larger than before.

   A certain wistfulness occurs when some people use the phrase the luck of the Irish.  It could just as easily be said that the luck of the Irish relates to poor fortune, bad times, and centuries of losses. A look into Irish poetry or writing always focuses on tragedy. In fact, in some writings, it is these multiple tragedies that are held close to the heart and become an essential part of being Irish. So these people know how to endure and carry on. They had to believe in good luck ! 

 I was in Ireland in 1990 and I loved the green rolling hills, and their hearty food (corn beef, cabbage and red potatoes, the best meal of all times ), and of course their beer !  I think it’s uplifting to believe in good luck, to chase  the end of a rainbow, and to believe in the  luck of a four-leaf clover. I remember looking for four-leaf covers when I was young(long ago), and never finding one. But for those hours and hours of looking ( I was young and  idealistic) I would think to myself, when I do find my four-leaf cover I am going to get a million dollars, or that pot of gold. I was happy for hours ! Don’t you feel happy when you see a rainbow ? When we drove to Arizona there was the most beautiful rainbow I ever saw, we could see it from end to end. We  were so thrilled  at that moment, and Leo loved it !  

 When was the last time you kissed a frog  that turned into a prince, or  danced to celtic music and kicked up your heels ? Or weep tears into the  sea of life,or looked under a mushroom growing in your yard ? Maybe it’s time we all started to believe in just a little bit of  magic…for the month of March and for this magical year of 2011. Find me an Irish to kiss !

                                                                 And have a magical  St. Patrick’s Day !


2 thoughts on “The Magic of March…

  1. We went to Ireland in 2006. It WAS magical, and Cheryl, you can kiss an Irishman any time. Darrill’s great, great grandfather on his mother’s side is Daniel Murphy, after whom all the Daniels in the family were named.

    If I had been a boy, I would have been called Danny, ditto Marguerite and Wynne. So when Danny was born, my Aunt Mary called my Mom and said, “Well Pearl, you have your Danny.”

    “Oh Danny Boy” was the first song Danny ever heard. I sang it to him right after he was born, so it is imprinted on his memory forever. And I sang it to him many times when was little, so often that DJ said once to me, “Why isn’t it DJ Boy?” So I sang it with his name!

    I’m sorry that DJ and Mary didn’t go to Ireland together. She is 100 percent Irish.

    Your words about Ireland are beautiful. The country does have a tragic history, but the Irish spirit just keeps going, turning bad into good. Yes, the British forbade the speaking of Gaelic, the Irish language, but when the Irish came to the United States, they were speaking English, so had a leg up on making their way — even though there were signs for jobs that read: “No Irish need apply.”

    I was in a cab the other day, talking to the driver, who was from Pakistan. He told me that sometimes people look at him and then don’t take his cab. I told him that at first nobody liked the Irish either and he was very surprised!

    Celtic spirituality is very earth-centered and because of our concern (finally!) for the planet, interest in the Irish approach to the eternal has been revived.

    Loved your comments for St. Patrick’s day. And remember, when referring to the masculine name Patrick, the nickname is Paddy — not Patty, which is the nickname for Patricia. I have even seen greeting cards with that error. Obviously no one on the staff is even remotely Irish!

  2. I love the fact that you were in San Francisco and saw more than the sights you see people and reach into there souls. Getting to know them in a more intimate way and sharing a story with us. I can never get enough of your blog it keeps me intrigued. Perla

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