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When I was on prince Edward Island earlier in the week I had a chuckle to myself. I think I saw "mouse Nirvana". Like most cottages in the winter the odd small "critter" makes it's way in. They found a drawer with my placemats, dish towels, and pot holders and must have made a heavenly littlle nest by tearing out the pot holder stuffing. Then they managed to climb into my open fridge and take the top off a plastic container that held those little resturant packages of honey, jam, and peanut butter. I somehow think it may have been mouse Nirvana till the food ran out, it can't get much better if one is a mouse. I can almost imagine all the little mouse friends arriving for a party and drunk on honey and peanut butter. Maybe next lifetime 
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Ahhhhh weekend ahead, just around that small next turn, and nothing of major importance to do, yeahhhh! It is always so wonderful in this busy world, where one is surrounded by hundreds, maybe a thousand people contacts in the run of a week, to have a few hours of solitude.
I must say there was a time, a very long time ago, that the thought of being alone was a foreboding one. Perhaps its age, wisdom, life, inner peace, or a combination thereof, but today I look very graciously at any moments I can find alone time.Somewhere along the line I learned that alone and lonely were two very different things, and the more I liked myself, the more I enjoyed my own company. While I don't remember the day, I do remember the occuring thought that I really liked my own company, in some cases much more than others. I don't say this in the way of ego, but in a way that realized it was good to sit with myself, my own thoughts, explore my own interests, read my new books, wander or walk on new streets or paths in the woods. I liked my thoughts and I liked what they were teaching me about life.I like my silence when I choose it, I like the ability to connect when I want or when the opportunity arises, I like to feel the present, the power of the moment, and the strength of knowing that no matter what life brings I will somehow be OK. It was a good day when I learned this lesson and has become increasingly better each day since.
Everything around me is very green today. Being a province with many Irish decendents there are some great celebrations ongoing until the "wee hours of the morn'." There was a time I would partake of several jugs of "green" coloured beer. Not so much anymore, though I may raise a "pint" at a local pub and sing a few songs with the crowd just to celebrate the day and enjoy a bit of Irish ancestry. All my time after 8 pm is open to spontaneous decision, I'll go where the path leads.
I am off to prepare to do my Acupuncture group this afternoon. I lovely energy that brings healing to all, a great way to end a week.
Have a peace filled weekend.
Namaste
Today is St. Patrick's Day. Yay. Today is the day where I feel good about being Irish.
My brother and sister in law are coming in town today, tomorrow the rents are making an appearance. Should be "fun" Colin and I have this very odd relationship. We really do love each other, he practically raised me, but thats pretty much where our relationship ended, when I was about 10 and he moved out, and since then I really haven't had much contact with him. He moved back home for one year, my sophmore year of high school. That was fucking weird. Do you have that person in your life, the one who is really really important to you, but you just know nothing about, and they know pretty much nothing about you either. But for some reason on your list of people who are most important to you they're like 3 or 4. Colin is 4. My list goes like this....
1. Austin
2. Alison
3. Matt
4. Colin
5. Dad
6. Mom
7. Kip
8. Liz
9. Catherine
10. Julie
I know its kind of stupid to put people into that list, but I think of it this way. If those ten people were in a burning building and I could only manage to save one of them at a time, that is the order in which I would save them.
Whatever, I'm weird.
I really miss my car right about now. Normally on a day when I really have very little to do I go to the movies, but I can't do that seeing as I have no car. GRRR! Oh well.
I am Irish. My grandfather was born in Ireland and came here in 1906. He never lost his accent and would just tickle me with his expressions. I loved my grandfather with all of my heart. I was very privileged to have a great relationship with him and honored to take care of him in my early 20's.
I grew up on Staten Island and I was told that the Italians would wear orange on St. Patty's day. But in reviewing I learned there is more to the color orange than meets the eye! Also we Americans make more out of this day than those living in Ireland.. Odd isnt it?
Wearing orange on St. Pat's day: The color orange in Ireland, while a part of their flag, represents British/Protestant rule in a country that is 97% Catholic. The Orangemen of Belfast would regularly beat the tar out of Catholics. The color orange to an Irish person is the color of subjection, repression and so forth
Do your Ears Point Up? Do your ears point up? (Pull on tops of ears.) Do you have a lot of luck? (Cross fingers.) For gold do you dig? (Pretend to dig.) Can you dance an Irish jig? (Dance a jig.) If you answered, "Yes," (Nod head.) You're a leprechaun, I'd guess! (Wink eye.) Do your ears point up? (Pull on tops of ears.) |
Here is some homework for you:
- When was St. Patrick born?
- What did St. Patrick supposedly do to help Ireland?
- Where and when was St. Patrick's Day first celebrated in America?
- Where is the largest parade held in America?
- What gift do you get if you kiss the Blarney Stone?
- Where did the Blarney Stone come from?
- How can one find a leprechaun?
- How did St. Patrick use the shamrock in his teachings?
- How long does it take to fly from Chicago to Dublin?
- Who really did Patrick's homework?
You will find the answers at the following links: