The last three weekends have been a whirlwind of travels, breath-taking scenery, jubilant disregard and wanton abandon. While I have done an extremely poor job in keeping everyone up to date on the happenings here in Northern Ireland. Too much is happening far too quickly. Yet it feels so much like time is standind still.

We have settled into ( Read more... )

The last two entries have been a bit scattered and vague. I shall possibly explain when I get more time. For now I wanted to leave you with a poem by an Irish women about identity. This came in a packet for my Women in Community and Literature class. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. The poem's title comes from another poem written nearly  ( Read more... )

Spring is descending on the city in pleasant, unexpected bursts of sunshine. The rays of light illuminate the cobblestone streets and the moss covered city walls, but most importantly they shine a light on the more unique aspects of slash city. Included in this are a colourful cast of characters who become more prevalent when warmth consumes the ( Read more... )

Mervyn related his particularly heart-wrenching history to the group over this weekend. Twice, I found myself on the brink of tears, completely exposed in a sterile blank room sitting awkwardly on rigid community centre loveseats. The acute awareness of the emotions filling that contained space were suffocating; it felt closer to drowning than ( Read more... )

I am an updating failure, but the lack of interest in the last post lessens my concern in keeping everyone informed about every aspect of my adventures in the emerald isle. However, my blog has been permanently stuck in the perpetual past and I believe it is high time it made the leap to the future.

I could easily waste fourteen pages on scenery ( Read more... )

I embarked on this journey three weeks ago today. It seems like long ago that I was trudging through chaotic, maze-like terminals weighed down by suitcases containing warm coats, woollen scarves and memories. Millenniums have passed since I did a jig at the Continental Help desk because they had found a seat for me on the flight to Manchester, UK ( Read more... )