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Being Irish


I think being a woman is like being Irish… Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the time.
~ Iris Murdoch

Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy. ~ W.B. Yeats

I’m Irish!…When I feel well I feel better than anyone, when I am in pain I yell at the top of my lungs, and when I am dead I shall be deader than anybody.
~ Morgan Llywelyn

Posted in Great Quotes, Inspiration, Journal, Joy

The Freedom of Choice

Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity,  pain…

To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices – today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.

~ Kevyn Aucoin

Jump For Joy

Posted in Great Quotes, Inspiration, Journal, Love

Love Is…

… if I give all my possessions to feed the poor, and if I surrender my body to be burned, but do not have love, it profits me nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails; but if there are gifts of prophecy, they will be done away; if there are tongues, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be done away.
But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.”

1 Corinthians 13:3-8, 13 NASB

Posted in Grief, Inspiration, Journal, Life, Love

Healing Memories

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal.

But a blue butterfly waits upon my flowers and waits for me,
as if to say hello.
I have not forgotten you nor you i,
so in this moment linger…
for as long as you remember
i shall wait.
… First stanza from a headstone in Ireland
… Second stanza by Della Ewald