Someone recently asked me, “Are you still churching?” Once, when I was overseas, I was asked if I missed going to church. The answer to the first question was an emphatic “yes”. The answer to the second was that I don’t need a building to go to church; church is in my heart.

However, when I do go to church, this is the one I attend, and when I’m unable to attend, this is the one I carry in my heart; my church, St. Andrew’s Presbyterian, Scarborough. This is where I am today. Happy Sunday.

A Map for a Muse


Breakfast in Italy, lunch in Austria, dinner in Bavaria…three meals in one day, in three different countries…it was a trip of a lifetime.

In October 2004, my youngest daughter who lives in the Channel Islands was running a marathon in Venice. We began our journey in Jersey, traveled by ferry to Saint Malo, France, and on to Venice where Lynn completed her marathon in less than four hours, which was her goal. Our travels included the Italian and Swiss Alps and a tour of Neuschwanstein Castle in Bavaria. .Everyone except me ventured onto the Marion Bridge. For one thing it was too high, and being a suspension bridge there was too much swaying for my liking. I stayed behind and hugged a tree.

In Paris we of course went up the Eiffel Tower, visited the Louvre Museum, Notre Dame Cathedral and strolled the Champs-Elysees.

The final stop on our tour was Normandy Landing Beaches. I felt a mixture of sadness and triumph as the story of that era was unveiled during our brief stop there.

My son-in-law, Brian, provided the following map, which I have chosen for Day Seventeen in the #everydayinspiration assignment, “A Map as Your Muse”.  The purple outline shows our route. This assignment brought back many wonderful memories and I am happy to relive them.


My Travels

I have been fortunate enough to do my fair share of traveling while on this Planet Earth, where there’s so much to see and do. There are those who have travelled much more than I, but there are others who have travelled less. Although there are many places left for me to visit, I am content with where I’ve been.

Chapter Thirty-Seven  –  My Travels

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Lao-Tzu, Chinese Philosopher


I wish I was going somewhere was the thought that popped into my mind as I listened to the excited chatter of my work-mates planning their upcoming vacations. But I was going nowhere. I was saving money for my daughter, Cathy’s, wedding the following year. Monica and I normally had separate coffee breaks, but one morning they coincided. During that fifteen minutes of respite my friend invited me to go to Trinidad with her in August. She was going home to visit her parents in San Fernando. “It will only cost you your flight, and whatever spending money you might need,” she enticed. My silent wish had come true….. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me….(Psalm 139:9,10) Tomorrow  –  Chapter Thirty-Eight  –  It Happened in an Instant  –  A Lesson in Safety

If I’m Not Irish, What Am I?

I always believed that I was Irish. I can still hear my dad singing, “When Irish Eyes are Smiling,” “Toora Loora Loora,” and my favorite song, “Galway Bay.” As a child, daydreaming about Ireland was one of my favorite pastimes. In my mind’s eye, I danced with the fairies, conversed wth the leprechauns, kissed the Blarney Stone, and watched the sun go down on Galway Bay.
In my thirty-ninth year, a phone call from my younger sister changed all that………….

“Honor your father and your mother…(Exodus 20:12)

This chapter introduces my parents, my sister, my heritage, and the second love of my life.

Tomorrow: A Feeling of Abandonment.