A reflection on my trip to Ireland and the Irish people.

This is my first post in a few years and I wanted to take a moment to say thank you for taking time to read this. You can look forward to reading new posts from me on Wednesday’s, affectionally known as Wine Wednesday!

In a unique twist this post is not about wine but about beer, specifically Guinness beer which is made and crafted with just as much love and devotion as any family owned winery. Like any good Irish tourist I dedicated a day to visit the Guinness Brewery. While I was there I learned about the history of the Guinness family and the sheer energy and ingenuity that it took to make their infamous beer. As I participated in the immersive tour I was surprised to learn how connected the land of Ireland was to each glass of beer and I couldn’t help but think about wine When you tour a winery it’s designed to draw you into the vineyards and you are swept away by the sheer beauty of your surroundings enhancing the experience that is in your glass. I had a similar experience as I listened to the stories of the wheat farmers on film as I touched the roasted barley and the aromas lingered on my hands waking up my taste buds. You don’t see vast Irish wheat fields like you see the vineyards, but when you look out you do see the majestic Wicklow Mountains that have provided water for the brewery since 1759. All of these Irish ingredients contribute to the Guinness signature flavor. As I strolled around the Gravity Bar I took in the panoramic views of Dublin as I sipped my perfectly poured glass of Guinness. I couldn’t help but think about Ireland and the Irish people and my experiences thus far. Everywhere we went the Irish people were warm and inviting and were happy to sit with us and share stories about Ireland. It was clear that they loved their country and each tale was layered in witty humor that is sometimes needed for sad stories about the past. As we walked through the busy streets of Dublin and stepped into crowded pubs people were happily listening to folk music full of Irish tales. It became clear to me in a country that once had their Gaelic language taken away from them how important music was. Irish music was not just another silly break-up song on the radio it was a story passed down from generation to generation about their shared history. As I looked around the pub and watched people smiling with pride as they listened to the music and laughed with friending holding pints of Guinness in their hands I thought to myself- what a happy group of people who lived their lives with the glass half full.

Ireland, named the Land of Winter by the Romans has a long and complicated history especially with the English. Ireland’s first king dates back to 1002 AD but the people constantly had to defend their homeland against foreign invaders and the country eventually fell under British rule. It wasn’t until 1949 that Ireland officially gained her independence back, that is 173 years after the United States of America battled England her own independence. The Irish are more than happy to talk about this and they do still to this day with a smile on their face and it made me laugh. My uncle used to tell me this joke about the Irish- he’d say an Irishmen can’t remember last night but he can remember 300 years ago and it appeared to be true. My Grandmother was 100% Irish and I had always felt more connected to her than my Grandfather’s stoic English side. She was always humming and telling me stories as she gardened and every time I garden I think of her today. I remember asking her one day about life, as I was struggling with a particular insignificant teenage problem and she told me that I have to learn to pick my battles and to find humor in the situation. She said having the ability to laugh at life and especially at yourself was a gift and then she told me that happiness was a choice. How can happiness be a choice I thought to myself? When I was in Ireland it became clear to me what she meant and it strengthened my connection to her. I was reminded of that day and what she had said many years ago about happiness being a choice. How can two people hear the same story, process the same information and one sees it with the glass of half full with laughter and light, and the other sees it half empty with a bitter darkness. Two things can be true at once the glass in front of you is half full and it is half empty.

On this Wine Wednesday pour yourself a pint of Guinness and ask yourself is my glass half full or half empty. My hope for you is that you see the light and smile at your perfect half full glass of Guinness.

Cheers!