We were on one of our random escapades and as the Dacia meanders the long stretches of country roads, the rolling meadows reminded me of a prayer I made a long time ago.
I asked Him for a piece of heaven on earth.
And He gave me Ireland.
Yes, it's all there as said in touristy brochures - the serenity, the calm and the awe inspiring landscape. The smile of a stranger, the absence of traffic jams. Picture perfect.
A place to call home, a place where there is hope and where dreams are made. Not only for me but for my children as well. When their good grades and hard work are rewarded. When efficiency is recognised. When scholarships and promotions are given based on merit. When they are not put aside because of the colour of their skin. No more disappointments and tears because of the injustice of it all. No more strife. This land of Saints and Scholars.
I enjoy the sun. I enjoy the snow. I even enjoy the wind and the rain. Most of all I enjoy the lush green everywhere. Tranquility. The healing has begun.
A land of friendships. Meaningful relationships. Friends who care. And a husband who will die for me.
I put the finishing touches on a quilt, himself navigates Sudoku and Simon & Garfunkel belts out The Boxer in the background while the flickering flames lick the stove.
I asked Him for a piece of heaven on earth.
And He gave me Ireland.
Happy St Patrick's Day!
