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It’s St. Patrick’s Day today.  Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all.

I know not many of  us celebrate the feast day of St. Patrick.  He is the patron saint of Ireland. Not much is known about this saint but he was believed to have died on March 17 around 460 AD. He was born to wealthy parents  in Britain.  I am sharing a photo here culled from the net. Credit to the one who made and took  this shot.

I’ve always been in awe of the photos and videos I saw and watched about Ireland. it seems the perfect place when you want some quiet in your life.  The green hills and meadows beckon  one to seek peace and quiet and contemplate about life.

Let’s go green on St. Patrick’s Day.


Back in 2013, October 27 to be exact, I made a blog post saying thank you for all the blessings God gave me the past years of my life. It remained my most read post until now. I am just grateful for all those blogger friends who read, liked and posted comments  on that post. It is nice to be remembered too because it was your birthday.  I am also grateful for all those times other bloggers paid a visit to my humble blog, thank you.

Birthdays are special, don’t you think? You remember and celebrate the day you came into this world and saw the light of day.  You celebrate with your family and friends no matter how simple the celebration is.  You remember fond memories of earlier and other birthdays in your life. I turned sixty last October 27, 2017 finally becoming and officially being called a senior citizen. I need not blog about the perks we have as seniors here because I wrote about them earlier on if I remember. It’s nice to be called a senior in almost all business establishments that you go to. The downside of it is that these are those times when you also feel those aches and pains of getting older. The plus side of course is you get to be a lot wiser too ( I suppose).  You also enjoy the gift of family and grand kids if you have some. We were blessed with Nate one November morning four years ago. He is growing up to be a very smart kid.

By the way, I’d like to greet a good friend here, Pete Johnson who has followed me for a couple of years I guess. He never fails to appreciate and comment on almost all of my posts since then. It is his birthday today, this blog post  is also  for him. You can find his blog aptly called beetleypete here.   He has a sizable number of followers and often blog about his dog Ollie. I am sure you would also enjoy reading his posts. If you are reading this Pete, I’d like to wish you a “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”.  Go easy on the sweets though, we are not getting any younger.

It’s another year to be thankful for.


A few years ago, I blogged about a book given by a friend on Irish Blessings.  I am just so sad it was destroyed by typhoon Ondoy back in September 2009. It was on my night table and I was not able to save it. In fact a lot of books I have liked and read were all destroyed. I wonder if I will be able to replace them with the same copies I had before. Slowly though, I am buying books but mostly fiction now.

St. Patrick’s Day is almost at hand. What better way to celebrate and recall all those lovely words on that miniature book I had before.  St. Patrick’s Day is celebrated every 17th of March  in observance of the death of St. Patrick.  It has become a cultural and religious celebration in Ireland.

I used to wonder how a shamrock plant looks like not knowing that it was in my garden for a number of years. It comes in green or purple color and have tiny white flowers to boot.

There are about 500 varieties of Shamrock but I only have two of them in my garden, the green ones and purple.  They are bulb plants and mostly grown in pots.In most Irish poems Shamrock is often mentioned.

You go green on St. Patrick’s Day. Maybe in my early life I was an Irish because I love those things that partly symbolize Irish culture.  I love Irish poems and sayings. They are so simple to understand.  here are some of my favorites.

“Grant me a sense of humor, Lord, the saving grace to see a joke, To win some happiness from life, And pass it on to other folks.”

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

May you always have walls for the winds,
a roof for the rain, tea beside the fire,
laughter to cheer you, those you love near you,
and all your heart might desire.

May you have:
A world of wishes at your command.
God and his angels close to hand.
Friends and family their love impart,
and Irish blessings in your heart!

Aren’t they lovely? What’s your  favorite  Irish quote?

1,935 Posts After


Today is March 13, Monday in our part of the world.  I received this message earlier from WordPress with this familiar logo.

Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com!
You registered on WordPress.com 9 years ago.
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.
 Nine years? I started with a single post (a poem if I remember) followed a year after by more posts. It’s been 8 years of blogging with a total of 1,935 posts so to speak in one single blog. I have five of them, all works in progress but this main blog is where I spend so much time almost every day. A fruitful journey so to speak but when I think of those times that I didn’t know what to write about, when I think of those times that writing was stalled, I almost gave up. There are times though when one is inspired to share about anything under the sun, be it a simple recipe on what you had finer or maybe a complicated one about life itself

Right after Josef and I trimmed the plants this afternoon, he played some songs which he downloaded on his cellphone.They  are an eclectic mix of slow rock, modern jazz  and a sprinkling of old songs which I was surprised to listen to. I love the songs of Jason Mraz but I love old songs better. Maybe it has something to do with age. Moonriver is a classic song of old. Yes, he downloaded  Moonriver, a version of Andy Williams. I am reminded of the movie Breakfast at Tiffany’s  and Audrey Hepburn of course.  I have that book, a thin and small hardback copy given by a close friend a couple of years ago.  I read it now and then to remind me of that story of Holly Golightly. and Paul Varjak ( George Peppard).

Music makes us feel better, right? Victor Hugo once wrote that “Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent” I love listening to it. It soothes the mind and the tired and aching muscles  relax a little.

Lately, I’ve been lucky to find some Australian authors too, most of them write about history.  I am on my 48th book since January 1. Maybe I’ll get to finish the reading challenge earlier than the end of December 2017. I found more memoirs and book of poems plus a little of Psychology. I can’t wait to read them all.  Have you ever participated in Goodreads’ reading challenge? I’ve done it for the last three years. I am also updated with my favorite authors’ blog posts. They do write blogs too, mostly about their new books.

When one is inspired with music and books, everything is right with the world. Do you love music too? What’s your favorite song?

 

High School Photograph


One of my batch mates  made each of us an individual photo from way back  – during  our high school graduation and several years after at one of our reunions. High school life was one of the best chapters  in our growing up years.

Happiness


Watching the sunrise

Feeling the sun’s morning heat

Happiness…