Breathtaking

My Old Heart

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.

William Butler Yeats

Which Way to Adventure…

Life is a Journey

A Misty Tour of Valencia Island

Sharing my post of the Ireland Coastline from my other blog “Ennui Adventures”

Poetry Month

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;

Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Worldly Irish Dancers

As Easter approaches, so does the World Irish Dance Championships. This year’s  Oireachtas Rince na Cruinne 2015 will be held in Montreal, Canada from March 29 – April 5.

I never knew when my daughter started Irish dancing at the age of 6 that it would take us traveling all over the US for Regionals and Nationals. As she worked hard and moved up in rankings, she eventually qualified for World level competition where we have had the opportunity to travel to Scotland and Ireland. It was amazing to see the level of dance and how countries all over the World are represented in solo competitions and teams.

Although my daughter has retired from competition, I will always treasure the time we shared together,  our Irish dance friendships and the heritage of the music and dance from Ireland.

For more information on the World Championships, go to http://www.clrg.ie/worlds.php  

 

Photo taken at the 2010 World Championship in Glasgow, Scotland 

March and Dickens

Craicin’ Good Fun

 Craicin’ Good Fun  by Kim O’Neill

Stepping into a pub

on our nightly adventures,

wall to wall conversations

and World Cup on the screen.

A young gent tells his tales

of music, song and dance,

craic everywhere to be seen.

Guinness and hard cider flow

in harmony with the music,

feet tapping , loud laughing

from local characters and their stories.

A brilliant reel on the fiddle

plays in this busy corner pub.

You can feel in the walls, floors and sounds

the history of a town and its’ glories.

A craic: the combination of gossip, information, artistic performance and, of course, booze that go to make a good night out.

Beautiful Words and Sculpture

A photo I took of a sculpture of Yeat’s poetry at Drumcliffe churchyard, Sligo, Ireland 

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

– William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.