Aequam memento rebus in arduis servare mentem

"In Ireland the inevitable never happens and the unexpected constantly occurs." - Sir John Pentland Mahaffy

2006-08-07T20:35:00.000-07:00

Changed my life. Yet, reality and America, stink. I miss my boring green hills and cold misty rain. I miss seeing beauty so much that I'd become immune to it, especially now when all I see are roads, cars, buildings and supermarkets, superwalmarts, superfastfood.

Left my heart there. Going back in October and at Christmas (and hopefully from then on for a few months to work).

Bipolar

2005-09-17T07:31:00.000-07:00

Not feeling myself lately. Ireland isn't happening until January. But that's okay.
I am ready
I am ready
I am fine.

Insomnia

2005-05-07T00:32:00.000-07:00

New job at the University of Florida Reitz Union Hotel desk, nights. Ireland in 3 months.

Dear Misery

2005-04-17T02:37:00.000-07:00

"In Ireland the inevitable never happens and the unexpected constantly occurs." - Sir John Pentland Mahaffy

2005-02-26T10:29:00.000-08:00

Cliffs of Moher, Ireland

The train was over half an hour behind it's time and the traveller complained to the guard of the train, and the guard spoke to him bitterly. He said "You must have a very narrow heart that wouldn't go down to the town and stand your friends a few drinks instead of bothering me to get away. -Yeats, 'Sligo'

I'm studying abroad in Ireland for the academic year 2005-2006.

Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes. —Oscar Wilde

2005-01-14T14:39:00.000-08:00

I love him, but I threw him away, like accidentally throwing away a set of keys or a few pieces of change. There could have been something great there, I do believe. How my heart trembles...hurt and weak.
A reputation once broken may possibly be repaired, but the world will always keep their eyes on the spot where the crack was.
—Joseph Hall

...all men make mistakes. But a good man yields when he knows his course is wrong, and repairs the evil. The only crime is pride.
—Sophocles

And last but not least, simply because of how true it really is:

When one's cause is so important that it is worth lying for, it becomes immediately necessary to re-evaluate the cause.
—Col. Brian D. Perry, Sr.

Anima Sola

2004-12-17T17:12:00.000-08:00

I hope that you will aid me, imprisoned one.

Letter from Town: On a Grey Morning in March

2004-11-30T17:02:00.000-08:00

The clouds are pushing in grey reluctance slowly northward to you,
While north of them all, at the farthest ends, stands one bright-bosomed, aglance
With fire as it guards the wild north cloud-coasts, red-fire seas running through
The rocks where ravens flying to windward melt as a well-shot lance.

You should be out by the orchard, where violets secretly darken the earth,
Or there in the woods of the twilight, with northern wind-flowers shaken astir.
Think of me here in the library, trying and trying a song that is worth
Tears and swords to my heart, arrows no armour will turn or deter.

You tell me the lambs have come, they lie like daisies white in the grass
Of the dark-green hills; new calves in shed; peewits turn after the plough -
It is well for you. For me the navvies work in the road where I pass
And I want to smite in anger the barren rock of each waterless brow.

Like the sough of a wind that is caught up high in the mesh
of the budding trees,
A sudden car goes sweeping past, and I strain my soul to hear
The voice of the furtive triumphant engine as it rushes past like a breeze,
To hear on its mocking triumphance unwitting the after-echo of fear.

D. H. Lawrence

Arduum sane munus

2004-11-28T09:38:00.000-08:00