Life Lessons

Cork, Ireland

I’d never heard of Cork, Ireland until I saw it on our British Isles itinerary. We left Southampton and had a day at sea before we landed in Cork. We planned an excursion to visit The Blarney Castle.

Blarney Castle is now a partial ruin with a few accessible rooms and battlements. At the top of the castle lies the Stone of Eloquence, better known as the Blarney Stone. Tourists visiting the castle may hang upside-down over a sheer drop to kiss the stone, which is said to give the gift of eloquence. I learned that the line to kiss the stone could take up to an hour and a half, so I passed on the opportunity.

This is a shot from the ground looking up at the stone that people came to kiss.

There are extensive gardens surrounding the castle, so I decided to spend my time there. I found a bench that looked like wood but was really stone. I sat down and thought of Ruth. She was supposed to be on this cruise with us. We agreed to go with our friends during a dinner conversation on a Friday and the following Tuesday she was gone.

That thought was running through my mind when I looked down at the ground in front of the bench. There was a white, heart shaped stone staring me in the face. Ruth collected heart shaped stones wherever she traveled.

That’s when I decided to look at the gardens as Ruth might have. She would have sought out the little things, while I focused on the large. Little is sometimes better. You see things more clearly.

We would have marveled at the castle’s random red door.
Withstanding the test of time.
She would celebrate this tunnel of trees.
We would have discussed the purpose of this structure. Did it have a function or was it a conversation piece?
She would have commented on the updated stonework.
Which path should we take?
Sometimes simple is more beautiful.
I wouldn’t have seen the owl’s face.
Or this green fern growing out of a stone.
Then there’s the intricate pattern of this glass.
Hearts or bells?

Ruth would have loved the walk through the garden. She would have seen it as a blending of old with new. She saw the world differently than most and those who loved her loved her vision.

When I tried to see what she might see, I saw the details that I would have missed with a simple stroll on my own. And yes, I brought the white heart shaped stone home with me.

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