My mom gave this to me years ago and said it belonged to my great Grandma. I wasn’t terribly fond of it, so I hung it at the top of the basement stairs.
I was coming up the stairs from the basement this morning, on St. Patrick’s Day, thinking about the English and tea and wondering about the Irish. My eyes were moved to the bottom of this wall hanging.
Holy Pete! I never saw that before, and something moved my eyes to the bottom to bring it in to focus. It was hard to see. Click on it and turn it sideways.
I watched the history of Ireland, the druids, and St. Patrick last night. I love the Irish and the Scots, the Druids, magic, bag pipes, flutes and fiddles, golf, and time travel. It’s deeply in me. I guess I need a mate who is an Irish shaman. Michael was Irish, and Dave was Scottish/English, so I’m attracted to it.
We shall see.
Synchronicity is the Source of Consciousness 