Monday, March 23, 2009

May the road rise up to meet you.

On St. Patrick's Day people who are not even Irish celebrate with enthusiasm. Well for all of you who pretend, I thought I'd share this with you. Monday is my vacuuming day. And as I love to not get dressed and stay in my p.j.s, I was doing so I was vacuuming in my p.j.s down the steps. Well the road didn't rise up to meet me. It was my steps. I got my slipper caught in my p.j. bottoms, (they are baggy) and the steps jumped up into my face. Imagine that. All I could think of was, I'm not even Irish. Silly as that may sound. Well I must have been an acrobat in a previous life, all twelve steps and I landed on my feet, and not hard. It reminded me of my niece who did handstands all summer vacation one year. We forgot what colour her eyes were, because we were always looking at her ankles. I think that's why she's so tall. Anyway I'm fine, God truly was holding me in the palm of his hands. And I'm not even Irish.

An Old Irish Blessing
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 soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I am glad that you are OK CI...the vacuum wasn't my friend a few years back...remember my toe incident??? The central vacuum struck my big toe, broke it and took my WHOLE toe nail with has not grown back normal since (extra details just for my Pooshy).
LOVE, AP :) xoxo

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