I’m so glad Starbucks coffee reminds me what Saint Patricks day is actually all about.
I recently went back to my homeland and saw my parents for the first time in 7 years, and it was a compelling occasion because there are so many things one learns about ones self when one is confronted with the people who are responsible for your existence. Its not as easy to identify that when you see them on a regular basis.
I watch as my parents decline and fade. It is momentus, overwhelming, beautiful and assuring.