Every few days, Ireland embeds itself deep down in my daydreams.
Every few weeks, Ireland tosses around my senses, making me outrght in Love with a land I’ve yet to set foot on.
And every few months or so, Ireland arrests me with it’s sheer sense of Hope and Lore, something God wove deep into my heart for reasons still to be seen. Whatever the case, or whatever the wave of emotion, Ireland is wonderful, closer than any of us deserve, and calling out from treasured yarns of old.
Ode to Eire
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The Tale of the Jack-o´lantern…
As the story goes, several centuries ago amongst the myriad of towns and villages in Ireland there lived a drunkard known as “Jack the Smith, or “Stingy Jack” as he´s now known. Jack was known throughout the land as a deceiver, manipulator, and otherwise dreg of society. On one fateful night the Devil overheard the tale of Jack’s evil deeds and silver-tongue. Unconvinced (and envious) of the rumors, the Devil went to find out for himself whether or not Jack lived up to his vile reputation.
Typical of Jack, he was drunk and wandering through the countryside at night when he came upon a body on his cobblestone path; the body with an eerie grimace on its face turned out to be the Devil. Jack in a somber mood realized this was his end, the Devil had finally come to collect his malevolent soul. Jack made a last request: Read the rest of this entry »
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The Troubles in Gaelic are called, “Adj ‘ar Sainmhini’u“
With all the clamor and chaos riddling the Middle East, and all the unfortunate promise it shows to continue as such, I think it’s very important to remember that not only has that area been warring for far longer than the last few Presidential elections, but other areas respectively have been engaged in the similar kinds of tragedy. Northern Ireland is such a place…it is a forgotten holy war.
A “ceasefire” played the political spokesman to the listening world only 10 years ago…and overnight daily bombings and a routinely rising death-toll that filled sooty Belfast afternoons were traded for a quieter time, and a trickier hate. Read the rest of this entry »
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