This is T'lmor -
Guardian of this page
"They say
Mother Earth is breathing with each wave that finds the shore,
Her soul rises in the evening....for to open twilights door.
Her eyes are the stars in heaven watching o'er us all the while
And her Heart it is in Ireland deep within the Emerald Isle.
Ireland,
I am coming home...I can see your rolling fields of green and
fences made of stone. I am reaching out...won't you take my hand;
I'm
coming home, Ireland."
from song performed by Garth Brooks on the "Fresh Horses" album
My Great
grandfather came from Ireland
with three brothers and a sister. Unfortunately other then a few family
stories I know little so far of them. In my Genealogical research
this line has thus far remained one of my two elusive lines.
But one things has been passed down....and that is an deep,
enduring love and respect for my Irish ancestry and for Ireland herself.
THOUGHTS TO
PONDER
an old Irish Prayer
Take time to work~
it is the price of success
Take time to think~
it is the source of power.
Take time to play~
it is the secret of perpetual youth.
Take time to read~
it is the fountain of wisdom.
Take time to be friendly~
it is the road to happiness.
Take time to dream~
it is hitching your wagon to a star.
Take time to love and be loved~
it is ordained of God.
Take time to look around~
the day is too short to be selfish.
Take time to laugh~
it is the music of the soul.
Feel free to email any
questions, thoughts or suggestions to me -- just click the sign above.
Sign Guestbook
View Guestbook
Back
to Haven
Back
to Basics
