I have many happy memories of my childhood when our family (my mother, Bridie, my Dad, Jack, brothers, Patrick and Sean) lived in a cozy gray cottage in Coolkerry, County Laois, Ireland. We emigrated to the United States in 1956.
Here I am at the bog in Clonmeen, County Laois
Standing with the stacked turf. Turf or peat,
is the fuel used in fire places.
I enjoy sitting in front of a turf fire.
Each night before retiring, our family knelt around the hearth to pray the rosary. My mother, Bridie, who was devoted to the Blessed Mother and and a member of the "Child of Mary" League, always finished our prayer with the "trimmings" -also known as- the Litany of Loreto.
I have come full circle. I experienced Irish hospitality and kinship everywhere I went- with relatives and friends, with Catholics who celebrated liturgy in Dublin, and with strangers who were gentle and kind including members of the media who interviewed me for an article in the Irish Times, the Ray D' Arcy Show and Midlands Radio.
David Richo writes: "The Litany of Loreto is a map of the far flung
and inner territories of ourselves in the cosmos. We are those who pass through the gate, and we are the gate through which revelation passes through the world...
By your grace, may I be the gate of heaven on earth."( pp. 104-107)
As we live joyously, love tenderly and serve generously, we will be the gate of heaven on earth.
Bridget Mary Meehan ARCWP, www.arcwp.org