St. Patrick's Day - wearing green, drinking green, chasing after me lucky charms. It's all so magically delicious, quite enough to make me river dance! But as I dove into the historical pot o gold, I realized there's a bunch of blarney about this glorious holiday.
* 390 A.D St. Patrick was not Irish - he was actually a well-to-do British boy.
* He was kidnapped at age 16 and sent to Ireland to slave away as a shepherd.
* His English name was Maewyn Succat.
* He had visions where God told him to escape and that one day he would return to reform the pagans.
* He took the name Patrick after he became a priest.
* He used the shamrock to teach the trinity.
* There really aren't any snakes in Ireland.
* Leprechauns are from Irish folklore, used to warn people to stay away sacred spaces.
* Irish spring soap doesn't really smell like Irish spring.
Happy St. Patrick's Day. Life is short, live large.
With the tragedy going on in Japan, here's a note of inspiration from the Universe (by the site TUT - http://www.tut.com/resources/notes/.)
If speaking to a spiritual novice during the darker days of human evolution, one might explain God, metaphorically, as if "He" were angry, testing, and judgmental.
To someone a bit more savvy, during easier times, one might explain God, metaphorically, as if "She" were always loving, nurturing, and forever conspiring on our behalf.
And to someone on the verge of a total breakthrough, during the latter days of human evolution, one might explain God by asking them to turn up the music, take off their shoes, walk in the grass, unleash the dogs, free the canary, catch a breeze, ride a wave, dance every day, get up early, take a nap, stay out late, eat chocolate, feel the love, give stuff away, earn it back, give some more, and laugh.... Really.
Catch a breeze,