Mom and I both received our passports yesterday and we are SO excited! We don't actually leave until September, that seems like an awfully long time right now, but I'm sure it'll be here sooner than we think. I'm hoping to take about a bajillion photos, hopefully get a few worth sharing! Look out Ireland, we'll "soon" be on our way!
"May the Angel of Wildness disturb the places
Where your life is domesticated and safe,
Take you to the territories of true otherness
Where all that is awkward in you
Can fall into its own rhythm."
~ John O'Donohue ~
Friday, April 20, 2012
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
For you Mom...
I can hardly wait for our trip to the waters and the wild!!!
(Turn the sound on before you click the link.)
Love ya,
Deana
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Here is the poem:
The Stolen Child by William Butler Yeats
WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.
(Turn the sound on before you click the link.)
Love ya,
Deana
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Here is the poem:
The Stolen Child by William Butler Yeats
WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Reading buddies...
Last week I started volunteering as a reading buddy for first grade students. I decided to do this because reading is SO important for helping children keep up with the rest of their education. The kids in this program are already behind their classmates, I'm hopeful that our team will help them catch up.
The children I've met so far are very intelligent, but for whatever reasons they are struggling. I'm finding that the girls are little chatterboxes, (once the initial shyness wears off), but the boys, (so far), are more reserved...maybe that's not the exact word, but less willing to visit openly. One little guy acted ashamed and told me "I don't read very good." I just smiled and told him that's why we are here, to practice and get better!
I've only spent a couple of hours with the kids so far, but I'm enjoying meeting these little characters. I hope that we can help each other out through the little friendships we are developing, while sharing books. :) Maybe I should have become a librarian? ;)
The children I've met so far are very intelligent, but for whatever reasons they are struggling. I'm finding that the girls are little chatterboxes, (once the initial shyness wears off), but the boys, (so far), are more reserved...maybe that's not the exact word, but less willing to visit openly. One little guy acted ashamed and told me "I don't read very good." I just smiled and told him that's why we are here, to practice and get better!
I've only spent a couple of hours with the kids so far, but I'm enjoying meeting these little characters. I hope that we can help each other out through the little friendships we are developing, while sharing books. :) Maybe I should have become a librarian? ;)
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Love this...
...
May I have the courage today
To live the life that I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.
~ John O'Donohue ~
Friday, April 6, 2012
A little peek of spring in Iowa...
Crocuses:
Bluebells:
A barge on the Mississippi with my first name:
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