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My How They've Grown!

I knew it had been a while since I’d visited the swans in St. Stephen’s Green, but I hadn’t thought a mere six weeks would make… 155 more words

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Never Too Old

A typical hen night (bachelorette party) in Ireland seems to involve large quantities of alcohol, dancing, garish accoutrements, and a hefty serving of embarrassment. But that’s not my scene, so when I was recently invited to the hen party of a co-worker, I was glad they were planning something completely different. 476 more words

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Owls and Flowers and Swans, oh my!

I recently visited the Garden Festival at Christchurch Cathedral. I can manage not to kill a number of houseplants, but I’m not big on working in the yard so I skipped the talks by the professionals, which also carried a fee, and wandered through the assorted booths of food, crafts, plants, and animals that had been set up on the grounds. 222 more words

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The Boys Are Back (and Girls, too)

It’s been nearly 3 years since I saw a Tall Ship in Dublin. Interestingly enough, the one that was in town this weekend was the first one I went on when it was in town as part of the Tall Ship Races – The Cuauhtémoc from Mexico. 135 more words

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Myth Fest

There’s an abundance of festivals in Ireland and this weekend I happened across Myth Fest at Trinity College.

Billed as ‘a platform for the revisiting, reimagining and interrogation of Ireland’s unique and incredibly vibrant allegorical history’, the program covered a wide range of topics including a contemporary look at film making called ‘One Small Step’ which I only caught the tail end of but included a Christopher Walken character dressed in what looked like a moon suit. 290 more words

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It's Cygnet Time Again!

I was a bit concerned when I was in St. Stephen’s Green a few weeks ago as all I could find was a single swan. Around the pond I went, over the bridge and up both of the other sides, but no sign of a nest or mate for the lone swan. 158 more words

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Healing Music

I sit listening to lyrics I don’t understand but the music doesn’t need translation. It knows how to speak to my soul. Though I lack the confidence to stand in a room full of strangers and dance, my heart puts its hand out to my soul and the dance begins inside of me. 337 more words

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