Wear your green proudly this St. Patrick’s Day
From the time I was a wee gal, I heard the old axiom, March comes in like a lion and out like a lamb. I used to look for them, but never did see even one lion.
In Michigan, the sighting of the first golden daffodil, its trumpet singing to the sky, meant Spring was finally coming. There is something about March that makes me think of crisp, white sheets floating in the breeze as they dried on our old clothes line. Melted snow began to dribble over rocks, like a tiny waterfall. But most of all, March makes me think of the gift of the blarney that belonged to my beloved Grandpa Day.
If I had my way, everyone would have a dash of Grandpa Day in their DNA. Although my mother’s father’s family dropped the O from his name (O’Day) when they entered Ellis Island, but they kept the magic twinkle dust of the leprechaun.
My Grandfather would have been in the dictionary under the words imagination, and awe. The world seen through his shamrock-green glasses has been my life’s inspiration.
Grandpa Day had his rules, and they were all firm.
Celebrate Saint Patrick’s Day as if it is holy. Wear your green proudly, and spin your yarns as far as you could stretch your imagination.
You have to use your imagination every day, or, alas, you may lose it. Start tiny if you need to, he would tell me. Tell an ugly person they are pretty, now what harm can there be in that? Once you kiss that old blarney stone it becomes natural. And everyone is happier for it.
Honor all of God’s creatures. God trusted us with all of them, treat them like you would like to be treated. He would joke that some people called that the Golden Rule and thought it was meant only for humans. GA FAW WINKS!! Those folks probably think that there is no bucket of gold at the end of the rainbow and that four-leaf clovers are not good luck!
He said he had never met an animal he didn’t like, but a few humans had tried his patience. Any coward can go through their life and do no wrong. BUT, if you have a chance to be good and ya don’t, now that’s a sin. Bend if you have to, forgive generously, be cautious with advice, never say I told you so ( at least not aloud) and do good all ya can. It is a great exercise and always feels better than doing bad, which is apt to give ya heartburn.
Accept praise well. Open your heart to love that is offered, and give love as if it is necessary for your next breath. If there had not been a Saint Patrick’s Day, Grandpa Day would probably have created it. What’s not to like about a day where everyone is full of cheerful blarney?
My grandfather died close to Easter, which, even at my young age, seemed significant. He always said he was sure that Jesus must be a teeny bit Irish, and that not only did he love his Christ and Savior, he liked Him too. Anyone who can turn water into wine, make multitudes of loaves of bread and fish from a few, and can spin a story that a good fisherman can swallow, well, he was his kind of guy. I have always thought that my grandfather was probably Jesus’ kind of guy as well.
The place to be in Los Banos, Friday, March 20th is at our Arts Center for another popular OPEN MIKE filled with music, drama, poetry and comedy for the bargain price of $5. Door opens at 6:30 for the 7 show. Come, kick back and put your worries outside the door.
The Los Banos Arts Council continues to offer us great entertainment right in our own backyard. The Dirty Cello is coming with their special sound on Saturday, March 28 at 7 pm. The event held at the Ted Falasco Arts Center will open its doors at 6:30 and the show begins at 7. Tickets are just $20.
While you are out searching for your four-leaf clovers, why not ponder on this a bit? How much power do we all have to make positive imprints on others? Who made them on you? There is still time for you to do the same.
Take your imagination out and give it a twirl, put on your rose, or green-colored glasses, and try to see the world of Grandpa Day. If we could all do that, wouldn’t we all be lucky?