The Journey
Welcome to The Journey, a space where Mary McKSchmidt shares her transition from business executive to advocate, photographer, poet, and storyteller. Here, she invites you to walk alongside her as she explores life in the Great Lakes region, its beauty and fragility, and the bonds that connect us all.
Cat
As I walk a farm lane in Leitrim, the cat, dressed in a tuxedo of black fur with stark-white trim, trails ten paces behind me. “Every day I walk long miles, sometimes hard miles, sometimeslong and hard and still it doesn’t help.” I turn and Cat’s piercing green...
Easter Monday
All week I’d been waiting for weatherthat would facilitate a safe climb upCroagh Patrick, this holiest of mountains hiked by pilgrims for over 5,000 years. It is said the patron saint of Ireland fasted40 days atop this mountain and every year on the third Sunday...
While Staying on the Farm Outside Dingle
How thrilled I was watching the dark pawsof the red fox prancingacross the farmyardat dawn. How badly I felt for the slaughtered chickens and for the farmerwho gifted us eggswhen we first arrived and how hard it was to discover the chickensand tell the farmerand...
Pilgrim Paths
Usually, I walk alone. Clipped to my jacket is a satellite tracker with an SOS button. I have found a cellphone, while valuable as a camera, is worthless for communicating on remote paths. In my hand is a walking stick to keep me from sinking into the...
Shamrocks
Droopy-looking three-leaved plants were heaped carefully in a basket at the foot of the altar. It was St. Patrick’s Day, an Irish holiday featuring parades, fireworks and the annual blessing of the shamrocks. The plant is said to have been used as a metaphor for...
Garden of Remembrance
Walking a never-ending ascent to a bluff overlooking the Bandon River outside Kinsale, Ireland, I see a gate painted fire-engine red, adorned with daffodils. On the gate is a plaque framed in gold with bold letters, We Will Never Forget. Stunned, I...
While in Kinsale
A third of the way across the Bandon River bridge,gale winds threaten to hurl me off the sidewalk and onto the path of the oncoming cars. I am loatheto admit defeat, turn back, retrace hard-won steps enroute to the fort, the first one built to defend the...
On Holiday
Our decision to remain in the same place for a week or so at a time as we explore Ireland was just what I needed. I do not feel like a tourist, more like one discovering the secrets of a new home. Every journey by foot. Every trip out the red door of this historic...
The Blue Room
Only the bedspread is blue, a bedroom where bay windows are a lens into life inside a forest. It is not the sunny vista discussed every morning she awakened to my presence, but in this room every morning, I feel her presenceand am anything but blue. “Hello, my...
Gaining Strength to Fly
How storm clouds swallowing the horizon seem to dissipatewhen I have no access to anythingbut you and meand this moment. How I wish to retreatinto this cocoon of comfortforever, never again to feel suffering for which I have no...
her death
1. enticing blue skies last lingering leaf conflictedthose final hours 2. heart sliced by painonslaught of torrential rainswimming to the sky our familiar bench bare limbs of locust drenchedground littered with leaves orphan in shadowshalting hoot of the...
A Prayer
In the darkness created by those intentionally unravelling the threads of our Constitution, let me see the light that keeps me hopefulgoodness will prevail,that gives me courage to speak and live my own truth,that allows me to see the beauty beyond the...