J.M.J.

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Hello, my Friend! Hello today!

I hope you are in a good way!

No matter rain, no matter shine,

I always hope your day is fine!

I work and work so much each day.

That’s what is the Leprechaun Way!

But there’s one thing I need to say…

How much I love my time to play!

Though I’m so tired when day is done,

It’s then there’s time to have me fun!

We Leprechauns, we laugh and dance…

     

We run and play when we’ve the chance!

     

When this time comes, it’s at day’s end,

When Sun’s goodbye…it starts to send.

The daylight dims…it’s not so bright.

So we well know that soon comes night.

But first the dusk starts to appear,

Announcing day’s end…night is near.

The settin’ Sun often displays

Amazin’ colors with her rays.

Just maybe Sun wants us to know

That, though Sun knows Sun has to go,

All the grand warmth, and colors bright,

Are only missing in the night.

     

Fiery orange, yellow, and rose,

Might just like teamin’ up, I s’pose!

     

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Sometimes the clouds try hard to hide,

The Sun’s rays lighting all outside…

     

But for us all, the Sun does try

To find a way to light our sky.

         

Sun’s rays dart here and they go there

To bring light through clouds ev’rywhere!

     

The vibrant brilliance has great pow’r,

O’er the Earth, the Sun does tower!

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It is the source for light all days,

And shows our path in many ways.

       

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  But when time comes, the Sun goes down…

On Earth’s horizon, there’s Sun’s crown.

And when Sun sets, it gives some light

To Moon who fills in while it’s night.

Of all the Earth, the Sun takes care,

And then Moon helps when Sun’s not there!

Sun knows it’s hard to see Sun go,

That we need rest, though, Sun does know.

So though Sun gives Moon nice light, too,

It’s not too bright for me and you.

So, when we sleep, in dark of night,

Sun does make sure we have some light!

My lantern helps me see some nights,

When I go out to see night’s “lights.”

  

My lantern’s red with candle flame.

It gives me light but not the same

As daylight’s Sun which helps us see

All around us…for you and me!

I like to watch the night time moon

It comforts me, though, knowing soon

Daytime will once more come again…

We’re blessed to know exactly when!

So we do know that Sun does go,

Sun will be back , and that we know.

And while Sun’s gone, the Moon fills in

With light enough, while we’re sleepin’!

When now you see the settin’ Sun,

     

        

     

           

I hope you’ve done good work…had fun!

I hope that you have laughed with glee,

And seen something you loved to see…

That you have heard sweet sounds so fine,

That you did think they were Divine!

I hope, to God, you said, “Thank you!”

For all He’s done and still will do,

And for the blessings of the day

That He saw fit, in His God-way,

To give to you, because you’re you,

So ev’ry blessing’s always new!

I, Finney, have learned from St. Pat,

God always helps with this and that,

And always wants us each to know

 He always wants, His Love, to show!

So, knowin’ that, I’m tired now…

The Sun has set! Always a WOW!

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I just can’t wait to get to bed,

And lay right down my sleepy head!

I am so glad we talked today!

God bless you is what I do say!

Note from Nannie!

“In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless wasteland, and darkness covered the abyss, while a mighty wind swept over the waters.  Then God said, ‘Let there be light,’and there was light.  God saw how good the light was. God then separated the light from the darkness.  God called the light ‘day,’ and the darkness He called ‘night.’  Thus evening came, and morning followed — the first day.”  (Genesis 1: 1-5)

*Photo courtesy of Stevie Towne

**Photo courtesy of Jean Kohout

J.M.J.

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Hello Friend! Nannie here!

Irish tourism is generally at its peak during the summer months. However, “autumn is also one of the most beautiful times of year to explore Ireland…

Due to its wet, mild climate, Ireland tends to stay green year-round…”  (www.mnn.com)

But as you can see by the following pictures, taken in Ireland, the golden honey glow easily establishes itself as companion to the 40 shades of green!

In Ireland “the warm North Atlantic Drift has a marked influence on sea temperatures. This maritime influence is strongest near the Atlantic coasts and decreases with distance inland.  The hills and mountains, many of which are near the coasts, provide shelter from strong winds and from the direct oceanic influence.

Winters tend to be cool and windy, while summers…are mostly mild and less windy.” (www.met.ie)

“In spring (February to April), the average highest temperatures range from 46 to 54 degrees Fahrenheit, with April considered particularly pleasant.

In autumn (August to October) (with its bronze-burnished leaves!), highest temperatures hit between 64 and 57 degrees Fahrenheit.  September is considered a mild, temperate month.                                                     (www.ireland.com)

Finney’s little story rhyme included his Friend, Ol’ Mr. Squirrel  (Sean Squirrel!  ). http://www.conserveireland.com presents the little grey squirrel as having been recently introduced          to Ireland. It is believed to have originated in North America with the current population having descended from a large release of squirrels in the midlands in the early 20th century.

The same website goes on to tell us that the little red squirrels seem to have been present in Ireland by prehistoric times before the arrival of the ice age made them extinct in this country.  They returned after the retreating glaciers and have also been brought to Ireland and released in large numbers over several periods up until the 19th century.”

As for chipmunks, “the Latin word for the chipmunk family is ‘Tamias’ which means ‘storer’.  This reflects their fondness for keeping provisions in their nest like a squirrel, or in the pouches of their chubby cheeks like a hamster.

In Ireland, there is some environmental concern for the little red squirrel in regards to grey squirrels and chipmunks.  Seems that the little reds are easily overcome by the presence of the greys and chippies.  Having similar eating habits to the little reds, the greys and the chippies pose a threat to the little reds’ survival so much so that the little red are” protected under the Wildlife Act (1976) and Wildlife (Amendment) Acts (2000 and 2010) and the Bern Convention (Appendix III).  (www.mammals-in-ireland.ie)

Finally, the bunnies [who “may” have had something to do with the name of Coney Island (located in the southernmost part of Brooklyn, New York) – see Finney’s post #55- Flower Feedin’! – September 29th, 2015]  have been a resident in Ireland since the 12th century.

As for the geese and their marvelous V-formation, “Ireland is a key refuge and a hub for Arctic and European migratory birds…Many geese…that inhabit regions in and around the Arctic start to move southwards as the winter sets in.  Ireland’s mild winter weather means that wetlands and mudflats never freeze over and provide plenty of water and food for birds. ”  Other “winter migrants to Ireland…are passing migrants, and Ireland is an important fueling stop for them on their journey further south.”                                 (www,noticenature.ie/autumn_birds)

God bless you and thank you for visiting Finney and me!

J.M.J.

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Hello, my Friend!  Hello today!

I hope you are in a good way!

No matter rain, no matter shine,

I always hope your day is fine!

     

The air is cooler…harvest’s here,

And Christmastime is gettin’ near!

But before Advent comes to us,

With expectations and fun-fuss,

There’s lots of things that need be done,

To cozy up…for everyone!

We see around us signs of Fall,

And we well know there’s work for all!

We gather apples for Mum’s bake,

And berries for grand things to make!

     

 All this and honey’s stored by Mum,

Dee-lish for meals, from this does come!

For the hearth, we need twigs and peat,

To dry our clothes and warm our feet!

Me Dad makes piles close to home,

So we don’t have too far to roam

When fires low and needs more burn,

We know just to where we can turn.

And even we move close inside

The trees who shield us from outside,

When we might find it just too cool…

But not too often as a rule.

Grand Ireland’s beauty never fails,

Just like the truth within her tales…

In Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall…

Always beautiful…they are all!

     But harvest time we speak of now,

Change from summer, God does allow.

The berries are where flowers were,

When hawthorne trees, the Fall, does stir!

     

The birds toward warmer places fly…

They fly in V-form in the sky!

     

‘Tis such a lovely time of year,

Makes you feel good, just to be “here!”

There’s always green, but golden, too,

As leaves of Fall gain honey hue.

The grass browns, too, to mellow shades,

As greens take rest…as summer fades.

The homes are cozy, closed up warm,

’cause once in a while, frost will form!

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An old thatched roof pays not much mind,

They’ve shown they last…the steadfast kind!

The ancient homes’ stones do feel cool,

As ancient stones the Fall can’t fool…

The ancient paths…their grasses worn,

May look hay-like, but green’s still born,

Protected from air that is cool,

Under Fall grass, a hidden jewel,

Of ever green…the emerald shade,

Of which our Isle is ever made!

     

     

The cow’s hide’s hair grows thick like fur,

It’s like a bull’s…the same for her!

Ol’  Mr. Squirrel runs around…

He’s lookin’ hard all o’er the ground,

For lotsa food for wintertime…

To stash it, up the tree, he’ll climb!

     

He’s runnin’ here, and runnin’ there,

For nuts,seeds, berries…looks with care…

     

His nest is high up in the tree,

And when safe there, he, happy, be!

But he must work for food to find,

But this hard work he doesn’t mind!

‘Cause when the weather’s not so warm,

Or when there is a big, bad storm,

All nice and cozy, nest will be…

All safe up high in a grand tree!

     

And, chipmunks, too, love nuts and seeds.

They look to store food for their needs.

     

Leaves and berries… they love them, too,

They love to eat, like me and you!

They find their food, go to their nest,

And store it up…they do their best!

     

Of course they love their shamrocks, too,

And try to be near shamrocks’ view!

The bunnies will just hop and hop,

Looking for food, they must not stop!

‘Tis grasses, plants, and leaves they’ll eat

All little greens can be a treat!

So, winter can be long for all,

So let’s try to enjoy our Fall…

Just storin’ food and twigs and peat,

To make sure we’ve enough to eat!

Grand toasty warm is what we’ll be,

I hope for Mum’s good bakes for me!

If you stop by, I’ll share with you

I hope this Fall is good for you!

 

I am so glad we talked today!

God bless you is what I do say!

Note from Nannie!

The Irish Meteorological Service, Met Éireann, tells us that “The dominant influence on Ireland’s climate is the Atlantic Ocean.  Consequently, Ireland does not suffer from the extremes of temperature experienced by many other countries at similar latitude….The change from winter to spring or from summer to autumn is gradual and the general trend is subject to reversals which may last for a week or more.”  Autumn is regarded as September to November, Winter — December to February (it does snow at times in Ireland, but major snowstorms are infrequent and of irregular occurrence), Spring — March to May, and Summer — June to August.  (www.met.ie)

*certain typewritten characters are not always available to me in the delivery of my posts.  This asterisk indicates a “sine fada” accent is missing.

**Image of the frosted flowers provided courtesy of Stevie Towne, and  this chipmunk image…

was provided by Pat Reed!  The little chippie came right up by her home to have a cool drink!

Thank you both from Finney and me!

J.M.J.

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Hello to you, Friend! Nannie here!

There is a great story to be told about the part the Irish people have played in the history of the Family of Man. One author who has done a stupendous work in helping with mind expansion in this regard is Thomas Cahill.  His work, How the Irish Saved Civilization, wonderfully approaches “the untold story of Ireland’s heroic role from the fall of Rome to the rise of Medieval Europe.” The back cover of Mr. Cahill’s book presents a quote from Thomas Keneally who wrote Schindler’s List, “A shamelessly engaging, effortlessly scholarly, utterly refreshing history of the origins of the Irish soul and its huge contribution to Western culture.” The back cover of Mr. Cahill’s book continues to tell us of the “dark ages”, when “learning, scholarship, and culture disappeared from the European continent. The great heritage of Western civilization…would have been utterly lost were it not for the holy men and women of the unconquered Ireland.”

It is not really widely understood that though Rome was known to have conquered the world, Rome never really bothered with Ireland. That has helped Ireland to remain free of a great deal of the effect of Roman domination that has altered many histories and many cultures.

Mr. Cahill brings us to the “island of saints and scholars,” the Ireland of St. Patrick and the Book of Kells [a ninth century gospel manuscript which is actually housed in the Trinity College Library in Dublin (www.tcd.ie)]. Here, far from the barbarian despoliation of the continent, monks and scribes laboriously, lovingly, even playfully preserved the West’s written treasury. With the return of stability in Europe, these Irish scholars were instrumental in spreading learning. Thus the Irish not only were conservators of civilization, but became shapers of the medieval mind, putting their unique stamp on Western culture.”

I am grateful to, and cheer for Mr. Cahill for effecting such an invaluable resource to be available to all! For those of us who treasure our Irish heritage, Mr. Cahill’s book can help us add to our thinking a depth of understanding that is both enriching and applicable to verbal occasions that call for information, about our Irish culture, that we may never have even begun to realize!   Thank you, Mr. Cahill!

God has allowed Ireland and her people to have a place in history that is truly unique and mystical. Bishop Ed Scharfenberger of the Diocese of Albany, New York, says, “the Irish have mysticism in their DNA!” How fun is that, and I couldn’t have worded my own thinking any better than that! Thank you, Bishop Ed!

A website which seems to have fun Irish info is http://www.discoveringireland.com.  In an article, “Ireland, Land of Saint and Scholars,” we read, “Christianity first came to Ireland between the 3rd and 5th centuries and while much of Europe was plunging into the Dark Ages, Ireland provided a beacon of light.”

A reputation of “spirituality,” however, is nothing unfamiliar to Ireland. Even some of the Roman writers referred to Ireland as “Insula Sacra”, or the Sacred Isle (Annals of Ireland by the Four Masters; and, The Origin and Stem of the Irish Nation by John O’Hart).  A 19th Century writer, Thomas Davis, in writing about “Ancient Ireland,” speaks of Ireland being “remarkable for piety.”                                                                     (www.libraryireland.com)

     

The pictures above of the Churchyard and the Church were taken in the Dingle area of southwestern Ireland.

One of the Aran Islands off the west coast of Ireland, Inis Mór, is the place where “St. Enda’s monastery was the school where many Irish abbots served their apprenticeship.” ( Moody and Martin’s The Course of Irish History )

Also there is “the Churchyard where anciently were one hundred and twenty graves of saints, in one of which St. Enda was buried…” (Monasticon Hibernicum, A History of the Abbeys, Priories, and other Regligious Houses in Ireland)

 

Margaret Anne Cusack’s An Illustrated History of Ireland tells us that one of the first houses of the Dominican Order in Ireland was founded by John Netterville (Archbishop of Armagh), in 1224. It was the Dominican Convent of St. Mary Madgalene. “Richard II and Henry IV were great benefactors to this house…The Dominicans had also houses at Waterford, Cork, Mullingar, Athenry, Cashel, Tralee, Sligo, Roscommon, and, in fact, in nearly all the principal towns in the country.”

Alfred Webb’s A Compendium of Irish Biography (1878) tells us that Maurice Fitzgerald, the 2nd Baron of Offaly, introduced into Ireland the order of the Dominicans in 1216, which was even before the death of St. Dominic in 1221.  Mr. Webb goes on to tell us that Mr. Fitzgerald also founded the Dominican Abbey at Sligo in 1236.

The presence of the Dominican Order in Ireland is a wonderful continuance of the spiritual fabric of the island nation’s culture. It seems that the Irish people were somewhat ready to embrace the spiritual truths that St. Patrick brought…the Redemption of the world through the birth, life, and death of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, as handed by the pure line of the St. Peter, the first Pope, and all his successors. The Dominicans continue to spread this Good News! Finney’s Fr. Bede is simply doing what he has dedicated his life to, as a Dominican Priest.

     

God bless you and thank you for stopping by to visit Finney and me!

J.M.J.

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Hello, my Friend! Hello today!

I hope you are in a good way!

No matter rain, no matter shine,

I hope your day is always fine!

When St. Pat came and taught all well,

He had some heav’nly tales to tell!

We Leprechauns did hear him speak,

And heard him praise the kind and meek.

We heard him tell of God’s own Son,

Whose Heart has Love for everyone!

Me Dad said Grampa heard him say

How Jesus loves in every way.

‘Tis Jesus, God, Savior of all…

St. Pat taught of, to tall and small!

The time came, though… St. Pat did pass…

All on our Isle of grand green grass,

Were sorrow-full…we missed him so…

But he’s in Heaven, that we know.

Then others came, so like St. Pat…

They taught of God’s love and all That!

One group of them…they dress in white,

Whene’er they come…’tis a grand sight!

They may, too,  wear a cape that’s black,

Great love for Jesus, they don’t lack!

They’ve been in Ireland for so long…

Their Faith in Jesus is so strong.

     

They teach of Him like St. Pat did,

At first, we Leprechauns just hid!

Before long, we knew they were good…

The way we knew is ’cause they could

Just steal our gold like others might,

And sometimes even in our sight!

But they did not…they did not try,

And I think I can tell you why.

They teach of Jesus and His Love…

That He’s God’s Son sent from above.

Just like St. Pat, they’re kind to us…

Because we’re diff’rent, they don’t fuss.

Our hair of red and clothes of green,

Don’t seem to make them one bit mean.

I, Finney, say this, ’cause I know,

How wantin’ gold helps mean-ness show.

     

I’ve had to run and try to hide,

When those who have such greed and pride

Will try to bully and then steal

Not caring how others will feel.

Our Friends in white know what we say,

And try to help us know the way

To not be hurt and understand,

That such things happen in our land.

They tell us that some folks have pain

Which hurts their hearts and love does drain

Right from those hearts, and, they will do

Bad things, sometimes, to me and you.

“Try to forgive, and still be kind.

If you do this, you may just find

How Grace from God will help you cope.”

These words they say, give us grand hope,

That maybe we can do some good…

With Jesus’ help, we know we could!

Our Friends in white…they try to teach,

And show us just how we can reach

Into our hearts and find God’s there,

Because He can be anywhere!

All we need do is say okay,

And God will help on any day!

These Friends in white of whom I speak,

Say Jesus says we should be meek.

So, all these things we try to do,

Just like St. Pat did teach us, too.

He came to Ireland for us all,

No matter whether tall or small.

And now we have our Friends in white

Who also teach about the Light

That God did give, on Earth, to all,

No matter whether tall or small.

The one who taught these Friends in white,

Was Dominic…child of the Light.

His followers…woman or man…

They each are called “Dominican!”

My Friend who is called Father Bede…

He helps me when I feel I need

Some extra help to understand,

 

How I can be true fine and grand

When I know I just want to fight

Those bullies who get in my sight!

Some mischief is what’s on my mind,

And I just do not feel so kind!

But Fr. Bede says, “Oh, Finney,

I know that it is not easy!

He told me when he feels that way,

This prayer is just what he might say…

“Dear Sacred Heart of Jesus, please,

Bless each of us, our cares to ease.

Please keep us safe till life is done.

God bless us all!  Yes, everyone!”

It’s God who has all that it takes,

And in our hearts, it’s Him Who makes

The Love that in our hearts will grow,

And help that angry feeling go!”

    

“Okay!” says I, to Father Bede.

“That God will give me what I need,

Is what I know is always true.

For all your help, I do thank you!”

And then I hug good Father Bede,

For taking time to talk and read

About how Jesus loves us all

No matter whether tall or small!

Maybe Bede, Pat and Dominic,

Would one day come on a picnic

With Daíthí, Pronshi…of course, me!

What grand fun that, of course, would be!

Mum’s apple bake and playin’ ball…

Life sure is good though we’re so small!

     

And when we’d be havin’ grand lunch,

I’d try to not think of that punch,

Right in the nose, I want to give

To that bully I should forgive!

Oh God, please help me, I do say,

On each and ev’ry fine grand day!

I am so glad we talked this way!

God bless you is what I do say!

Note from Nannie:

The Dominican Order, the “Order of Preachers”, was founded by St. Dominic (1170-1221).  The Dominicans first arrived in Ireland in 1224. ..just three years after the death of St. Dominic. Two foundations were made in Ireland that first year, one in Drogheda and one in Dublin. (www.dominicans.ie)

http://www.catholic.com tells that “The custom of popes wearing white cassocks dates to Pope Pius V (1504-1572), a Dominican who chose to continue wearing the Dominican white habit as pope.  Successive popes continued the custom, and it is now the traditional color of the pope’s clothing.”

Viva il Papa!

J.M.J.

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Hello to you, Friend!  Nannie here!

Could we ever tire of reading the story of Creation in the Bible’s Book of Genesis?  Could we ever really comprehend what we are actually reading…the creation of the universe?   The following Scripture passage is the part about the “lights!”

“Then God said:  ‘Let there be lights in the dome of the sky, to separate day from night.  Let them mark the fixed times, the days and the years, and serve as luminaries in the dome of the sky, to shed light upon the earth.”  And so it happened: God made the two great lights, the greater one to govern the day , and the lesser one to govern the night;  and He made the stars.  God set them in the dome of the sky, to shed light upon the earth, to govern the day and the night, and to separate the light from the darkness.  God saw how good it was.    (Genesis 1: 14-18)

 With each new day’s dawn, I’m sure all our minds are so full of what’s in our past, the demands of the day to come, and the wonder about what the future holds. Little Finney the Leprechaun knows the duties he has for each day, but he also knows there’s time for fun and resting! Sounds so good, doesn’t it? Finney knows that God will always help him. The Sun rising is such an amazing thing that if we give ourselves even just a minute to relax in it, how can we not be filled with hope, comfort, and awe!?!

     

     

 So…about the Sun and Ireland…

The Sun rises in Ireland long before it does for America. We know the sun rises in the East and sets in the West. My Mr. and I have the great blessing of having our bedroom window situated so that it faces the East (with Ireland just “across the pond” or “next parish over” 🙂 ) and the morning Sunrise is our amazin’ wake up call! Getting back to the Sun risin’ in Ireland, library.ireland.com tells us “It is probable that Irish druidical rites manifested themselves principally in Sun-worship.” (Cusack, Margaret Anne – An Illustrated history of Ireland)

James Bonwick (Irish Druids and Old Irish Religions) says, “…Ireland, as elsewhere” contemplated “Deity in the Sun…the Sun was regarded as the Creator and as sustainer of all things.” St. Patrick even addressed the issue warning sun-worshippers of eternal punishment, and in his Confessio, St. Pat speaks of believing in and adoring “the true Sun (Son), Christ!”

 Now, as far as our beloved Irish cross having anything to do with the Sun…I have read or heard that somewhere…I can’t seem, though,  to find a source I am comfortable with to have a comment. The cross symbol does have pre-Christian roots…Michael Dames, in Mythic Ireland, tells us about a gold disc that was found that was dated to be from about 2,000 B.C. and it has a cross symbol on it…given that is 2,000 years before Jesus… hmmm…?

 Also, a very fun thing to think about is that what some consider to be the oldest “building” in the world, Newgrange, that sits on a mound overlooking the Boyne River on the eastern side of Ireland. Newgrange is built of large slabs and standing stones and is estimated to have been constructed around 32oo B.C. — over 5,000 years ago! (O’Kelly, M.J. –Newgrange) For a relative perspective, this is older than Stonehenge and the Egyptian pyramids! So…what does that have to do with the Sun? Well, wait till you read this…Newgrange was situated so that on every winter solstice (around December 21), its inner chamber is illuminated by the sunrise!

Professor O’Kelly tells us that it is one of the “very earliest… solar alignments ever recorded!” He says, “It is difficult not to see this as a deliberate and successful attempt to incorporate the midwinter sunrise as a significant element in the planning and use of the monument.” Is that a wow or what!?!

 Getting back to the sunrise and the dawn…

There is a spectacular Catholic Family Baby Naming Blog…sanctanomina.net, that provides so much wonderful background for names Catholic parents might choose for their precious ones. I found a particular reference that I love in regards to aurora, the word for dawn…in association with Our Blessed Mother Mary…

“Aurora can also be Marian…I referenced this quote from Ven. Mary of Agreda’s Mystical City of God:

“[The] most poor and insignificant hut or cave, to which most holy Mary and Joseph betook themselves … was the first temple of light (Malachi 4, 2, Psalm III, 4) and … the house of the true Sun of justice, which was to arise for the upright of heart from the resplendent Aurora Mary, turning the night of sin into the daylight of grace.” (no. 468)

     

It is a fun thing to note here that this quote is taken from the Mystical City of God which was favorite reading of an Irish American priest that is two steps on the road to sainthood. The priest of whom I speak died in 1957 and the Cause for his Canonization is vibrant and happening! Venerable Fr. Solanus Casey (Bernard Francis “Barney” Casey) was one of 16 children (10 boys and 6 girls born to Irish immigrant parents, Bernard and Ellen Casey. Fr. Solanus’ Father, Bernard, was born in Castleblaney, Co. Monaghan, and his Mum, Ellen Murphy, was born in Camlough, County Armagh. They left Ireland “after the famine years, the scourge of the Emerald Isle.” They were married on October 6, 1863 at St. James Church in Salem, Massachusetts. (www.solanuscasey.org)

Called “Barney”, like his Dad, Fr. Solanus was #6 of the 16 Casey children, and he went on to become a Franciscan Capuchin.  His body is at rest in the Fr. Solanus Center, St. Bonaventure Monastery, in Detroit, Michigan. His holiness is no mystery to me and my Family. We believe that Fr. Solanus’ intercession for our stillborn daughter, Molly, brought about the miracle of her return from death, her healing, and the amazin’ life she lives today…31 years later!

For some “amazin’ readin’ “, go to http://www.solanuscasey.org or http://www.solanuscenter.org to find out more about Fr. Casey!

Please pray for the Cause of Fr. Solanus’ beatification…

Speaking of canonized Saints and sunrises…a fun thought to close with comes from the terrific periodical, “Magnificat” that I love to mention…in August’s issue on Page 282, is the story of St. Moses the Black. It seems Moses “the Black” was “a thief and a brigand”…violent, too. Then came a time when he wanted to reform. He became a monk and dedicated himself to “penance, prayer, and hard work.” That wasn’t so easy, though, and he got discouraged. “One day the abbot brought Moses to the roof of the monastery as the sun began to rise. ‘Look,’ he said to Moses, ‘it takes some time for the light to drive away the darkness. The soul is no different.’ ”

God bless you and thank you for stopping by to visit Finney and Me!

 J.M.J.

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Hello, my Friend!  Hello today!

I hope you are in a good way!

No matter rain, no matter shine,

I always hope your day is fine!

I love to see the mornin’ light!

It gives my eyes such a grand sight!

Sometimes ’tis long, the dark of night…

‘Tis grand to welcome daylight’s bright!

Sometimes I hear before light comes,

The birds make noise-ies, songs and hums!

They love to be the ones to say,

“Get ready!”…for the break of day!

Their chirping and the caws of crows,

Give sounds of mornin’ each bird knows!

     

The Sun wants all the world to see

What its grand shine can show to “be!”

Some flow’rs and leaves had gone to sleep,

But not a sleep that was too deep!

‘Cause daylight gives them cause to try

To open up beneath the sky!

     

Seems ev’rything loves the new day,

That makes things new in a fresh way.

The darkness goes and light does come,

It comes for all…not just for some!

Sometimes the sky has early “pink,”

Sun must be up we may just think…

But pink might be announcing Sun

Whose yellow blaze made the pink run!

The light peeks through the tree branch leaves…

Bringing the daylight with such ease.

Bursting forth with bright, gentle rays,

Bringing Sun’s brilliance in firm ways.

     

These beginnings of each day’s light,

Shows us the meaning of true “bright!”

     

     

The Sun’s amazin’ grand displays,

To our minds, gives awe that just stays!

With birds awake, the flowers, too,

Love the sun’s shine, like me and you!

      

           

     

     

That mornin’ Sun’s one of a kind…

Breaks open day and soothes the mind.

Sometimes if darkness isn’t fun,

The Sun helps make our troubles run.

The word “aurora” says it fine…

As new day’s dawn’s colors can shine.

Sometimes at dawn I like to walk,

And Mother Nature lets me talk…

I think ahead of work to do,

When daylight starts day all brand new!

Just like the squirrels…chipmunks, too,

We all have special work to do!

     

My work’s most need is what I choose,

For time I have, each day, to use.

It won’t be long before day’s end,

I hope, my time, I, well, do spend.

So, as each mornin’ brings new day,

Good Leprechauns know the true way

Of doing work before the fun,

That always comes before day’s done!

And then we run and laugh and play…

We love to do this every day!

     

Our faces cooled by soft, sea mist,

To laugh and dance, we can’t resist!

     

     

On grassy fields of Irish green,

We roll about…it’s fresh and clean!

We’ve Angel Friends and music sweet…

With Irish breeze…Oh!…such a treat!

For Leprechauns, that’s how day ends,

Enjoying blessings that God sends…

Sea breeze and Angels…fields of green,

That’s we Leprechauns fine, grand scene!

I am so glad we talked today!

God bless you is what I do say!

Note from Nannie

“Then God said:  ‘Let there be lights in the dome of the sky, to separate day from night.  Let them mark the fixed times, the days and the years, and serve as luminaries in the dome of the sky, to shed light upon the earth.”  And so it happened: God made the two great lights, the greater one to govern the day , and the lesser one to govern the night;  and He made the stars.  God set them in the dome of the sky, to shed light upon the earth, to govern the day and the night, and to separate the light from the darkness.  God saw how good it was.    (Genesis 1: 14-18)

 

 J.M.J.

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Remembr’in’ a Fine and Grand Poochie

Finnegan

“Finney”

Hello, my Friend!  Hello today!

 I hope you are in a good way!

No matter rain, no matter shine,

I always hope your day is fine!

Today my Nannie said to me,

“Dear Finney, there’s something that we

Must do in our talk-time today…

With care, and in a special way.

“A special story,” Nannie said,

Told with the heart and not the head.”

Nannie went on to tell to me,

That God had welcomed to be free

Our dearly loved and fine, grand Friend,

For whom God did, Pet Angels, send,

To bring Friend Home so carefully,

After life lived, well loved-ingly.

When Nannie said our Friend is “free,”

She meant where Friend has gone to be…

In Heaven’s Grand and Special Place,

Where there is fun and lotsa ‘chase’,

And lotsa toys to tug and hide,

Where inside’s great and so’s outside…

Where snoozin’ is comfy and fine,

And breezes blow…always sunshine…

Where treats are like no words could tell,

For their great taste and fine, grand smell…

Lotsa Friends who play and run,

And ALWAYS cuddles from SomeOne…

There’s fine and grand great fields of green,

And the best meals you’ve ever seen…

And one more thing that you should know…

Our Heaven has a grand WINDOW…

With lotsa room for all to see

Every grand loved one there could be…

So, each and all can watch always

The ones they’ve loved from their earth days…

The time will come …we’ll all go Home,

to Heaven, with no need to roam…

And Pets in Heaven’s Special Place,

Will be right there to see the face

Of each and every one they love,

When time comes for Heaven above

To be our home for every day…

Happy with God, in every way!)

My Nannie said, then, “Yes, Finney…

This fine, grand Friend’s quite happily,

Quite close to God in Heaven’s Place…

The hard part for us, in this case,

Is missing time that we would spend

With our dearly loved Poochie Friend.

I’m speaking of our Finnegan,

Who’s “Finney”- named…Yes! Always been!”

There’s more to tell, my Nannie said,

But way too much for my red-head…

Hello, Friend…Nannie here…

Finney did a fine job of gettin’ us started to tell you that our Finnegan, the Fine and Grand Poochie, has been brought to the Special Place God has for our dearly loved pets.

 Finney, a boxer-poochie, was born on January 4, 2006. Finney’s presence as part of our Family was born of the prayer of one of my fine Sons for a dog of his very own. When this boxer puppy became his… pup became…Finnegan. Our whole Family rejoiced in this new Family Poochie Member. Our “whole Family” Poochie, Mickey, probably thought, “Who is this little pesky ball of fur, anyway?” And so began, the Life of Finnegan.

How do you say, well enough, the fine, grand words you are looking for, to do right by the tender feeling you have within you? This is how I, Nannie, am feeling right now as I think of the passing of  Finnegan.

And, yes, he is known as Finney…and, yes, it is because of him that my Finney has the name he does. [(That’s why I had to tell Finney the whole story might be hard for a little Leprechaun to put his mind around…;)]

When a pet is so well loved, I know that God has some mighty special Home waiting after their time on earth is done…We know their life spans are generally so much less than for human beings… so many of us have known this deep sadness at their passing. My heart hurts for us all, but especially for my Son and his lovely Mrs. and their beautiful Son (our beautiful Grandson!). Their new little Baby, yet to have his/her birthday, will always know the stories of “the Finster” who waited long enough to know he or she was getting ready to be born!

 We all salute Finney for all the good he brought to each of us in our own ways.

 The following pictures will be a wonderful story of a fine and grand well lived and well loved Poochie…

      

     

Still need snoozin’ time, though…lots of snoozin’ time…

           

Time is passing…

     

Nannie and I have had a talk…

     

This was my way of letting her know, through her shamrocked foot, that all is well…

     

We thank God for the time he’s given each of us with Finney…(and remember, Finney took a special moment to tell me all was well when he laid his paw on my shamrocked sock!…I forgot to tell Finney the Leprechaun about that…hmmm…have to remember to do that…)

How wonderful it is that St. Francis of Assisi, who is known for his love for all God’s creatures, has his Feast Day on October 4th!  Think of all the partying in Heaven that Finney will be in time for!  Our Finney (2006-2015) and our Mickey (1997-2013) will be playin’ and chasin’ and runnin’ and runnin’…and waitin’ and watchin’ out that grand WINDOW!

God bless you and thank you for stopping by to visit Finney and me.

 

 

J.M.J.

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Hello, my Friend!  Hello today!

I hope you are in a good way!

No matter rain, no matter shine,

I always hope your day is fine!

I walked across the grass today,

And there was something in the way!

‘Twas hard to see, ’cause it was small…

Sure ‘n that’s no matter a’tall!

(We Leprechauns are strong and fine!

How tall or small can’t hide our shine!)

“But, oh, what could this be?” says I…

Where is it from and, I ask “Why?”

The answer’s unbeknownst to me.

A flower, there, ‘twould, so nice, be!

That’s what I thought and what I’ve done…

Planted a flow’r under the sun!

     

Now, “That’s a grand flower!” says I!

“…looks much better than what it’s by!”

So, though, I don’t know what’s nearby…

My flower’s tall and reaching high!

And, who did come to sit with me,

But my grand, old good Friend, the Bee!

I went to bed feelin’ so good…

Just like a good Leprechaun should!

Next mornin’ when the sun did rise,

I loved seein’ before my eyes,

My flower had so nicely grown

And it was all my very own!

I gave thanks to God…went my way…

And did my work till end of day.

As daylight dimmed, I saw the moon,

And knew it would be bedtime soon.

The night time came… ’twas time for bed…

And I lay down my sleepy head…

Once more, at dawn, I rushed to see

Just how my flower, then, would be!

What I did see, was mighty fine!

My flow’r had grown in the sunshine!

‘Twas just so lovely… so, I thought

To gather stones, as I was taught.

My flower then ‘twould, safer, be,

From any mischief aimed at me!

So, as I slept, that very night,

I’d never guess what ’twas my sight,

When sunrise made the sky so bright,

And I awoke to mornin’s light!

The sight before my very eyes,

Was flowers of a great, grand size!

What is whatever’s on the ground,

On that fine day, that I had found…?

Whatever matter it might be,

It’s giv’n these flowers, as you see,

Some great, fine strength to grow and grow,

But what it is, I do not know.

Just where ’tis from, these brown round things…

I don’t think it’s ’cause a bird sings…

But there is something comes to mind,

Something that is a different kind

Of creature that I see around,

That hops and hops on grassy ground…

              

I see this garden creature much…

In bushes, brush, near trees and such.

Maybe this creature left this gift,

That gives to flowers a life lift!

How wonderful that this is so,

I’ll have to let my Family know!

     

 Me Mum will be so very proud,

She’ll say, “My Finney!” right out loud!

Me Dad will also cheer for me!

But he’s away right now you see…

He’ll be home soon when work is done.

I know it’s hard and not much fun.

But as an elder, he must lead

Our Clan in ways, for ev’ry need.

Right now ’tis secret work that he

Must do… for my Fam’ly…for me!

But when he’s home, to him, I’ll show,

Just what the Fam’ly will then know!

 And then, my buds, I want to tell!

I know they’ll think that I’ve done well!

Daíthí and Pronshi are grand Friends.

We’ll help each other till life ends!

And Uncle Obie, he’ll say “Grand!

The finest flow’rs in all Ireland!”

     

Uncle Obie, Brother to Mum…

‘Tis not so far, where he comes from.

Me Mum, to him, is just so dear,

And we all know that he will cheer,

Always for us, and we do, too,

All cheer for him for good he’ll do!

     

So then that night we went to sleep.

And no one made the slightest peep.

But who could guess what we saw when

The bright fine mornin’ came again…

THE FLOWERS’ GROWIN’S went so high,

They looked like they did touch the sky!

My goodness, thanks is very due

To God and long eared creature, too,

     

     

For playing such a great big part…

Givin’ these flowers a grand start!

I am so glad we talked today!

God bless you is what I do say!

 

Hello to you, Friend! Nannie here!

 Our little bunny Friend certainly was a big help to Finney in his gardenin’ effort!

Rabbit manure is actually a wonderful fertilizer…according to Chris McLaughlin, a contributor to http://www.vegetablegardener.com, who wrote a very fun article about “rabbit poop!” Amidst much great info, Chris tells us in “Rabbit Manure In the Garden”, about the mondo-benefits of direct application, composting, and, you’ll love this…bunny brew!!! It seems bunny brew is rabbit compost tea.  Maybe you would like to read more about it in Chris’ article!

 Another fun thought I picked up somewhere (?) is that Coney Island in the metropolitan New York area is said to have received that name from the Irish immigrant population there who saw so many rabbits…the Irish word for rabbit is coinín* which probably sounds like Coney to the American ear…hence, Coney Island!

If you go to http://www.pbs.org there is an article “Coney Island Gets Its Name” which tells us there are several different stories of how this little island received its name. There’s no mention of the Irish word coinín, but there is mention of the Dutch word for rabbit, konijn, and the “Bear” tribe, Konah. However, the story that seems to hold the most sway is an Irish story. 🙂

            “According to an article published in the “Sligo Champion,” an Irish captain named Peter O’Connor sailed the schooner Arethusa between New York and Ireland in the late 1700s, and named Coney Island after an island that lay a mere mile from his home in Sligo. This Coney Island was, and is, about one mile long and about half a mile wide — much like the American version.                                                                                                                                       

            Not only is the time right for O’Connor to lay claim to the name, his nationality fits as well. In the early 19th century, Tammany Hall, New York’s corrupt and predominantly Irish political machine, began to send its more ignoble operators out to Coney Island. It is reasonable to imagine these settlers reaching for a familiar name from their homeland for the location.” (www.pbs.org)

*go to talkirish.com and you can listen to the right Irish pronunciation…

God bless you and thank you for stopping by to visit Finney and me!

J.M.J.

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Hello to you, Friend! Nannie here!

Well…if you turn on the news, it’s easy to see that Papa Francesco is where it’s at right now, with his visit to our United States of America as high profile as it gets. I have heard one news report that said security was at an all time high…like never before at any time for anyone…Ray for Papa!

As you can see by Finney’s last story, Finney is very concerned that Papa not get too stressed and have some time for fun…just like Finney does. His St. Patrick’s Godfriends “football” team is surely a true solution…what with finding wonderful fields of green and Los Santos colors for their team’s uniforms!  Go Paddies! Let’s hope Finney has made the San Lorenzo Saints…and Papa…proud!

     

Imagine that Pronshi being all full of himself over his “Francis” name! Given that St. Francis of Assisi is the inspiration, that’s pretty good company in my book!

Finney sure thinks Papa Francesco is good company…he trusts that Papa won’t try to steal his gold…and, that Papa might be able to be counted on to let the Paddies win!

So…the usccb (United States Conference of Catholic Bishops) website tells us that Papa Francesco is the fourth Pope to visit the USA…Pope Paul VI, being the first, then Pope John Paul II, then Pope Benedict XVI, and then our Pope Francis. To Ireland, however, the best my research shows, is that Pope John Paul II became the first Pope to visit Ireland, and that was in September, 1979. It seems that “nearly 3,000,000 people turned out to welcome him which is “phenomenal” when you consider that the population of the Republic (of Ireland) was not quite 3,500,000 at that time! (irishcentral.com)

The website http://www.catholicireland.net has some pretty great quotes from Pope John Paul’s words… “From the very beginning of its faith, Ireland has been linked with the Apostolic See of Rome. The early records attest that your first bishop, Palladius, was sent to Ireland by Pope Celestine; and that Patrick, who succeeded Palladius, was “confirmed in the faith” by Pope Leo the Great.”

Now, a fun fact is that Papa Francesco has been to Ireland…just not during his papacy. It seems that, “as a young Argentinean Jesuit, the future pontiff studied English in Ireland in the seventies…Ireland is very close to the Pope’s heart…He has a great love for the Blessed Virgin Mary and he is in tune with that Marian piety of the Irish people.”

This information comes from the Irish Independent’s interview of Archbishop Charles John Brown, a New York born diplomat, who is Dean of the Diplomatic Corps in Ireland. According to the same source, Archbishop Brown thinks a papal visit to Ireland is indeed possible. What a fun hope that is!

 But…going back to Pope John Paul’s visit, here are a few more great quotes from Catholicireland.net…(during his visit, he spoke in English and in Irish!)

      “Your people have spread this love for the Catholic Church everywhere they went, in every century of your history. Ths has been done by the earliest monks and the missionaries of Europe’s Dark Ages, by the refugees from persecution, by the exiles and by the missionary men and women of the last century and this one.” Pope John Paul referred to Masses celebrated “at Mass rock in the glens and forests by hunted priests…and on top of Croagh Patrick and Lough Derg.” He went on to say “Today I wish to express the gratitude of Jesus Christ and his Church for the devotion Ireland has shown to the Holy Eucharist. As Successor of Peter and Vicar of Christ, I assure you that the Mass is indeed the source and summit of your own Christian life.” He also said, “…it gives me great happiness to see, that the Irish people maintain this traditional devotion to the Mother of God in their homes, in their parishes, and in a special way at this Shrine at Cnoc Muire (Knock).

          

The author of the catholicireland.net article I have quoted from, gave a fun finish to his words…

“Bidding a fond farewell to the Irish people, he commended us to God and Mary, in the language God loves best, as Cardinal O’Fiach once said.

Dia agus Muire libh!  (Finney loves this!)

May God and Mary be with you and with the Families of Ireland, always.

Finney and I second that, and, God bless you and thank you for stopping by to visit!