Art of Mine

26792x-003color Originally uploaded by sjmcdowell May the road rise up to meet you May the wind always be at your back May the sun shine warm upon your face And rains fall softly upon your fields And, until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of his hand. In Memory of Joan Sadler A very good friend to all

I looked down upon Ireland while the plane was making it's way towards England. It was early morning and Ireland was waking up...a green jewel surrounded by a blue sea. My heart felt a tug and love of a place I had never walked upon.....My grandmothers folks before me came from Ireland, the Burns, the Keenan's and the Price's. I pushed my nose to the little window and yearned to be walking down there on that hill I could see below me.  I wished to breath in the sweet fresh morning air...Oh maybe if I could take a step back into time and hear their lilting laughter and listen to the pipe and the drum...and smell the stew and bread baking... and be "home" in Ireland.... If only. Susan