I would like an abundance of peace. I would like full vessels of charity. I would like rich treasures of mercy. I would like cheerfulness to preside over all.

St. Brigid of Kildare (451 – 523)

If you make it to the top to the Half Dome at the eastern end of Yosemite Valley in the Yosemite National Park, California, you have every reason to be cheerful. Not many people make it there and it must truly be one of the natural wonders of the world. A day to remember for the rest of your life. Especially, if you made it up there in the company of good friends.

I had reason to be cheerful last week because I ‘run’ the first race in the past two years.

Before you ask: I wasn’t interested in the finishing time, I just wanted to be back in the company of great people and finish those 5 miles or 8 kilometres. I did, got a medal, and even had a bit of a family support crew. It made my week.

There was another session that really made me cheerful and happy.

Pádraig continued his Morse-Practice spelling letters and words – like Ro-taaaaa-tion, or *-*, for “R”.

This time, there was a would-be therapy dog observing the action, trying to figure out the connection between Pádraig’s foot movement that lifted up his knee and created that sound.

What a wonderful world.

Last week was the first day of February, St. Brigid’s Day – the day when people all over the country get their blessed Brigid’s Cross made of rushes and hang it over the door to protect their houses from evil and fire.

Just to provide you with a bit of help in case you encountered one of those days when cheerfulness didn’t preside over abundance of peace, full vessels of charity, and rich treasures of mercy.