“Poetry psalms
Flower with architecture
Raising their grandeur on the gashed cape.
Words of God blaze like a disaster
In the windows of their prophetic cathedral.
But the sighs of the deep multitude
Grow out of the mountain’s heart as clean as vines.”
-An excerpt from the Legend of St. Clement
Sometimes I forget how blessed I am, sometimes the reality of my life seems to brush by me. It’s only on the days of extremes that I am able to comprehend this dream I get to live out. I like to refer to the days of extremes as the days where I am either extremely and unequivocally sad or happy. I am grateful for these days, they are like highlighted words on an otherwise black and white paper.
Weekends that have been my favorite so far; One of my best friends who doubles as my flatmate’s birthday weekend (the weekend of September 21st), Visiting one of my best friends in London (the weekend of October 6th), Going to the Christian Union Retreat in the very center of Ireland (the weekend of October 21st), and most recently, the trip to the city of Wicklow (the weekend of October 28th).
It’s the smallest details of life that make it so memorable, like eating bread and cheese on the rummage of what used to be a castle, or eating cold pizza from the night before on atop of a cliff overlooking the ocean with a view of a seal eying your food, or jumping the fenced in gate on a hiking trip (and ripping your pants–I wasn’t going to mention this but like I said, it’s the little things), or dancing at 2 in the morning on the most beautiful porch I had ever seen, or somehow sleeping in a camper with no heat. These were just some of the highlights on my trip to Wicklow, and quite honestly, of my life. I don’t know how I ended up here, and I know for certain I do not deserve it, but oh how grateful am I to be eating cold pizza on atop of a cliff.
Sorry I haven’t written in a while, hope to make up for it with my upcoming blog on my upcoming trip to Paris this weekend.
With great love,
Adrienne Almonte