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:
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
The Emerald Isle???
Mom & I have been daydreaming about our trip to Ireland for years, without really believing that it would ever actually happen. About a week or so back, my husband says ta me, are you gonna keep talkin' about it, or actually go while you're healthy enough to do it? At first I was in shock, and a bit scared, going so far from home, what about all of my quirky little rituals, etc. Then we started talking about luggage, season to go, activities to try, CASTLES to see, passports to apply for! It's starting to feel like a real possibility and we are SO excited! I don't think that Mom has ever been on a plane before, and I haven't been for at least 16 years, and that was just to the west coast...
Irish eyes are smilin'!!!
Irish eyes are smilin'!!!
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Spring fun!
Yesterday when my curmudgeon and I entered the grocery store, we saw a large figurine of the female brown M&M, we simultaneously blurted out "Oh it's THAT kind of party!" Then he proceeds with "wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle!" I'm wondering how long before we get banned from the store?
My crocuses are blooming, which is always exciting and gets me to thinking about warm sunny days! Wonder what we'll plant this year? Will we go back to the home improvement store and get the awesome swing that I nearly napped in the other day?
Last night was the first night of spring break for our daughter, (the caboose, only child left at home). We made homemade pizzas, which have over the years evolved to each of us preparing our own full sized pie. Mine is mostly veggies, my daughter's mostly sausage, and my curmudgeon's everything that we didn't use...and then some, Canadian bacon, pepperoni, sausage, baby shrimp, mushrooms, black olives, green olives, onions, cheese, cheese, cheese! Must have weighed about 3 pounds, takes much longer to cook than ours did! Everybody had full happy bellies, even our mooching furry-girls!
It's supposed to get in the 60's again today, sunny and gorgeous! I have a 2 hour parent meeting, then I'll be free! Maybe we'll roll over to our most favorite cupcakery and pick up some "necessities", they aren't open on Sundays so we must plan ahead! ;)
Enjoy spring, doing whatever makes YOU happy!
My crocuses are blooming, which is always exciting and gets me to thinking about warm sunny days! Wonder what we'll plant this year? Will we go back to the home improvement store and get the awesome swing that I nearly napped in the other day?
Last night was the first night of spring break for our daughter, (the caboose, only child left at home). We made homemade pizzas, which have over the years evolved to each of us preparing our own full sized pie. Mine is mostly veggies, my daughter's mostly sausage, and my curmudgeon's everything that we didn't use...and then some, Canadian bacon, pepperoni, sausage, baby shrimp, mushrooms, black olives, green olives, onions, cheese, cheese, cheese! Must have weighed about 3 pounds, takes much longer to cook than ours did! Everybody had full happy bellies, even our mooching furry-girls!
It's supposed to get in the 60's again today, sunny and gorgeous! I have a 2 hour parent meeting, then I'll be free! Maybe we'll roll over to our most favorite cupcakery and pick up some "necessities", they aren't open on Sundays so we must plan ahead! ;)
Enjoy spring, doing whatever makes YOU happy!
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