"So I have come into Wicklow, where the fields are sharply green, where a wild beauty hides in the glens, where sudden surprising vistas open up as the road rises and falls; and here I smell for the first time the incense of Ireland, the smoke of turf fires, and here for the first time I see the face of the Irish countryside."H.V. Morton, In Search of Ireland, 1930
Showing posts with label Irish-ness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Irish-ness. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Happiness of the Last Few Days
- Both friends who thought they might not be able to come back this semester are coming back. In fact, they are back.
- Fro yo.
- Plato.
- Studying at night with Rachel.
- "101 Things To Do in Torrey Before You Graduate" is printed out and on the wall of my dorm room with check marks next to the ones I've already done. 26 out of 110.
- I get to spend tomorrow at a Charlie Hall (whoever he is...) chapel, taking a Spanish placement exam, and reading Plato and American Lit stuff. And dinner with Elizabeth.
- I couldn't stop smiling and laughing in session today because I am so excited to be back with my group in session. That definitely hampered my discussion skills.
- Screams of joy.
- Having entire conversations without saying a word.
- The Irish quote book Rachel gave me.
- My old journals and God's faithfulness reflected in them.
- Good writing.
- Friends who tell me things like, "You worry too much. There's this thing called the present. Live in it."
- When the Psalms say, "God, when you save your people, save me." Not "if." "When."
- Job 38.
- Banana chips and almonds.
- "Streets of Bakersfield" by Buck Owens.
- Quadratus. And their funny looks, laughter, joy, humor, wanton cravings, hugs, friendship, and all-around awesomeness.
- A hug from Robynne.
- Dr. Vincent's prayer in session that made me cry.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
You Know You're Irish When...
...Your father puts Guiness in his chili verde recipe.
...Your favorite song when you were eight was "What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor?"
...All your mood swings and stubborness are attributed to your "Irish sass."
...You know that there is a distinct and important difference between Ireland and Northern Ireland.
...You know more Irish freedom songs than Christmas carols.
...Making fun of the British is an acceptable past-time.
...There is an Irish drinking song with your name as the title.
...Everything is made better with bagpipes and fiddles.
...You know practically every legend out there about St. Patrick.
...You eat potatoes at almost every meal.
...The first book you received (the day you were born) is entitled Jamie O'Rourke and the Big Potato.
...You entertained your economics teacher with stories of how you had a leprechaun named Liam in your pocket.
...When you needed to hit a pinata with extra force, your friends would yell, "Pretend it's Oliver Cromwell!"
...You have smiling Irish eyes that will steal a heart away.
...Your favorite song when you were eight was "What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor?"
...All your mood swings and stubborness are attributed to your "Irish sass."
...You know that there is a distinct and important difference between Ireland and Northern Ireland.
...You know more Irish freedom songs than Christmas carols.
...Making fun of the British is an acceptable past-time.
...There is an Irish drinking song with your name as the title.
...Everything is made better with bagpipes and fiddles.
...You know practically every legend out there about St. Patrick.
...You eat potatoes at almost every meal.
...The first book you received (the day you were born) is entitled Jamie O'Rourke and the Big Potato.
...You entertained your economics teacher with stories of how you had a leprechaun named Liam in your pocket.
...When you needed to hit a pinata with extra force, your friends would yell, "Pretend it's Oliver Cromwell!"
...You have smiling Irish eyes that will steal a heart away.
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