Trip Revisited: Tollymore

You might recognize some of these places by now, as this is one of our favorite places here – Tollymore Forest Park.  Some of our favorite spots were blocked off when we went because a movie (Your Highness, I’ve been told) was being filmed.  It was raining, so nobody out filming.  I’m looking forward to seeing a movie with scenes filmed in such a beloved spot!  I’ll have to wait another 2 years or so, though.  Anyway, enjoy some lovely pics…

Heading into the park.

Heading into the park.

Made it down to the river and the trees were shelter from the rain.

Made it down to the river and the trees were shelter from the rain.

The water was moving more than we'd ever seen.

The water was moving more than we'd ever seen.

These are the stepping stones we usually walk over.  A bit flooded today, though.

These are the stepping stones we usually walk over. A bit flooded today, though.

My cutie-pie mom.  Who could resist such a shot?

My cutie-pie mom. Who could resist such a shot?

The rain stopped by the time we left and we had some pesto in the back garden.  What a satisfying day.  *sigh*

The rain stopped by the time we left and we had some pesto in the back garden. What a satisfying day. *sigh*

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Recovery

My dear parents flew home yesterday after a whirlwind 3-week adventure here with us.  And we were absolute failures at communicating with the world during that time.  Sorry about that.  Right now we’re both in recovery mode, though Mark seems to be ahead of me on that front.  We’ll do some extra blogging in the next week or two to fill you in on all the fun.  Somewhere along the line you’ll get some Ange-ramble about the emotional ride of getting to be with my parents again, but I certainly need some more processing time.  So you’ll get some fun pictures and a bit about the early days of the trip.  Yeah!

After a bit of rest, we took the folks to the best chip shop in Ireland (for the last 4 years).  Yum!

After a bit of rest, we took the folks to the best chip shop in Ireland (for the last 4 years). Yum!

Then we felt the need to take a walk by the harbor in Annalong...

Then we felt the need to take a walk by the harbor in Annalong...

...and another walk on the Prom in Newcastle.

...and another walk on the Prom in Newcastle.

Dad was so happy to be by the sea.

Dad was so happy to be by the sea.

Mom and I couldn't help but have Dad take cute pictures of us.

Mom and I couldn't help but have Dad take cute pictures of us.

We also got to open some fun presents.  Have I mentioned I love presents?

We also got to open some fun presents. Have I mentioned I love presents?

And the adventure begins.

…to be continued…

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Accent Shock

This is so wierd.  We’ve been here long enough now that I sometimes hear a Northern Irish or British accent and think it’s an American accent because it’s sounds so normal.  We were watching a British movie on TV the other day and I totally could not tell what the accents were.  I wasn’t convinced they weren’t American accents until we noticed they were driving on the left side of the road.

It just happened again today.  We’re at a big craft fair and this girl came up to Ange’s booth.   I thought she had an American accent, but I couldn’t tell for sure at all.  It’s like I couldn’t remember the difference momentarily, and we had to ask our Irish friend Kerry what kind of accent it was (it actually was American, by the way).

I’m sure it’s just a transitional thing as my brain gets more and more used to living here, but it’s sure wierd.

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Fixations

I’ve never really enjoyed getting my car fixed.  Even in America, there’s that awful feeling that the mechanic could so easily take advantage of my lack of knowledge – “That’s right, sir, your second carburetor needs a new truss rod and parts alone will cost $300…”  So this week I got to have the super-fun experience of trying that in another culture.

Fortunately, things are not too different here, but it does add to the insecurity quite a bit when you have no grid at all for what things should cost, things are called by different names, and laws are different.  It seems like there’s more of a propensity for people to use a mechanic they know, who often just works out of his house, rather than a big business like Midas or something.  There are tire (spelled tyre, of course) shops and body shops, etc., but they’re mostly specialized shops.  As with most things here, it’s who you know that counts.

That’s what friends are for, though.  I think I found a pretty good mechanic on the recommendation of one of the Night Light guys.  Fortunately, once you find someone you trust you can just stick with him.  So there’s one more problem sorted.

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A Quiet Week…Again

Could I be any more creative with this post’s title?  Maybe.  But that’s just what this week has been.  Again.  And I’m not complaining.  It’s been full of hard work – Mark with computer work (of the required and voluntary sort) and me with sewing.  We made a loaf of banana bread for Sarah the other night.  Mark weeded the garden and trimmed up the bushes.  We cleaned up the house and then made it messy again.  We talked to our parents.  (I’m excitedly counting down the *9* days until mine come to visit!)  We made dinner.  Went to our favorite coffee shop for scones and hot drinks.  We had another worship time last night with the Downpatrick group and other friends of theirs.  We generally had a great, quiet week.  {sigh}

Love,

the Guinns

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Quiet Week

This look captures about how I felt watching the video of my acting...

This look captures about how I felt watching the video of my acting...

It’s been a quiet week for us.  Campbell and Kristi left for a month-long trip to visit her family in Thailand on Monday, which always leaves a bit of a vacuum socially.  The upside is that you know you have good friends when you miss them.  We’ve needed a quiet week though, since the ones before were pretty manic.

Tuesday night the local theatre group I was part of had a barbecue and a showing of the DVD of our performance.  It was really fun to see everyone again.  It’s always really weird to see yourself on video though.  At this point, I’m pretty used to hearing myself speak and sing so that’s not awkward anymore, but seeing is a whole ‘nother deal…

Anyway, since there’s not a lot of news, here are some fun photos.

An authentic Irish BBQ - rain and all (this is from a gettogether at Campbell's a few months ago)

An authentic Irish BBQ - rain and all (this is from a gettogether at Campbell's a few months ago)

The Irish version of a coffee house church...

The Irish version of a coffee house church...

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A Poem

Hope is like
a toddler in the surf,
a candle in the draft,
a frail child at recess.

Hope is held up on the thinnest string:
So easily he falls prey to the waves, the wind, the bully’s words.

We must guard him, this tender egg.
If he hatches he brings a new world,
If he cracks then many things are lost.
We will buck against the cost;
We will blame the wind and waves but

It won’t be their fault.

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back on the horse

It’s been sunny and beautiful here in Newcastle for the past few days.  And I’ve been eating up being outside (and not being on the computer) in the low-70s-warm-sun-cool-breeze weather.  Sorry I’ve been m.i.a. again.  We’ve decided a weekly posting time is in order for us Guinns as we have a pretty horrible track record with consistent communication.  Consider us officially back on the horse.

Mark quickly posted last Friday about the concert that was happening that day and the crowd that was to be in town.  We had such a great day, despite us both waking up feeling a bit under the weather.  We headed to the Methodist church around 1 to start setting up and making food for the volunteers.  This was the first event where most of the churches in town worked together in any way.  A few churches had teams handing out bottles of water to people walking around (lots of them really drunk by about 4pm).  Others brought food and support to churches that were “stations”.  One church had people praying for 30 minutes of every hour for most of the day.  It was neat for us to be part of, though I don’t think we have a clue how ground-breaking that really was for Newcastle.  Most of the daylight hours we were either feeding the team, praying in the church, or handing out water and asking people if we could pray for them.  Not too many people wanted prayer on the spot, but lots filled out little prayer cards that we’d take into the church and pray over for the evening.  A few people did want prayer, though, and that was scary and amazing, too.  One guy in his early 20s (I’d guess) just asked us to pray that he’d make it through the day.  It seemed a pretty vague thing to ask, but an amazing woman and I prayed over him for a minute.  Afterwords I had an overwhelming sense of God’s enjoyment of him that sent me to laughing and telling him “God loves you so much, man”.  He replied, “I know.  I CAN FEEL IT!”  Talk about exhilaration!  Mark prayed for a guy with pain in his ribs (he thought they probably broken) and the pain went away on the spot.  We so enjoyed getting to love on people and speak blessing over them.  It was pretty amazing to see other volunteers at work, too, who were far out of their comfort zones, but being really courageous and faithful and enjoying themselves, too.   We hope there are more events like that in Newcastle and are thinking about just being out on a normal, crowded summer day.

We’ve started studying John with Campbell and Kristi.  We meet every other week and spend a good few hours together really digging in.  We’ve been blown away by the nuggets (as Campbell calls them) God points out to us each time.  We’re all excited when we get together because we know God’s on the move and changing us more and more to move with Him.  Seriously, there’s nothing better.  I was thinking last night about a Misty Edwards song I’ve been listening to lately that says:

O won’t You let me love You more, this is all that I desire
Won’t You let me love You more this is all that I require
Won’t You let me love You more this is my deepest heart’s desire
Won’t You let me love You more still more and more

My heart feels full to overflowing with that chorus right now.  My heart is for him, but I want him to expand my capacity, blow my boundaries so I have even more to love him with.  I want – all 4 of us want – to change Newcastle and Northern Ireland, and we know this is where it starts.  This is where all the change comes from.  And I love it!

My class is officially over, after a bit of a drawn-out goodbye.  We ended up packing for a week longer than originally anticipated.  So there were about 3 extra goodbyes, which is always a bit on the awkward side.  Aileen, our teacher, decided to retire after 30-some years of teaching textile courses of one kind or another.  She’s afraid she’ll be really bored in retirement, so she’s already volunteered to help Paula (my good friend from class) and I cover some chairs this summer.  One of the best things about cleaning out the gymnasium we called a classroom was that all the furniture that wasn’t picked up by its owner was free game!  I got about 4 kitchen-ish chairs to redo for free!  I’m excited to get some fun fabric on the cushions and maybe paint the chairs themselves something unusual.  Too bad we don’t have any room to keep one!  Paula and I are making things for a craft fair coming up in July, so a chair or two might be included in that lot.  And we’re hoping to sell our stuff at St. George’s Market at some point this summer, too.  It’s one of my favorite things to visit on a Saturday morning, so I’m excited about that.  I’m trying to get my branding all wrapped up so we can put labels on the things we make as well as having nice price tags and business cards.  The brand name has changed from Blackened Branch, but I’ll save the new name for later.  I’ll post about that once the logo is done.  (Just making sure you keep coming back…)

That’s probably enough long-windedness for one Friday morning.  Happy weekend to you all!

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Firestarter

Today is a big day in Newcastle.  There is a huge concert, starting at 4pm.  Headlining act is a blast from the past – The Prodigy.  There will be between 5 and 10 thousand people descending on our little town, so it will be wild.  All the churches are getting together to hand out water bottles and try to “make this the best day of their lives.”  Pray for us if you think of us.

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happy memorial day

I’ve spent some time today remembering.  First, the remembering that’s supposed to be done (by Americans, anyway) on this particular day.  And then remembering how this day has been spent in my own short history.  I remember sunshine and lots of food (burgers, dogs, potato salad, veggie pizza, sugar cookies with almond icing).  I remember doing grave rubbings in a cemetery some of my Grandma’s relatives were buried in.  I remember flags.  I remember Grandpa faithfully reading In Flanders Fields before our meal.  Tall sunflowers growing outside the kitchen window.  Some crafty project to keep us occupied as kids.  Or maybe a big chore, like painting the garage.  Getting to mow the big yard with a tractor.  Kicking the red rubber ball on the barn roof.  Walking down to my cousin’s house to escape the adults and watch a movie.  Loving my family through rolling eyes.

Grandpa and Grandma Maxson passed away in 2007.   Somehow it hurts to remember things that won’t be again.  But it’s good to remember.  And be thankful.  And so I am.  I hope you’re blessed in remembering today, too.

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