The year we found ourselves
My eyes were open
My heart was strong
And I was happy
The summer air
Made it easy to breathe
Filling each moment
With sunshine and happiness
The darkest cloud
Could not prevent
The radiating happiness
In everyone around us
I never knew I was so young in the world
And my eyes were opened again
The year we found ourselves
Was really the year we found each other
Each moment that I can
I’ll give you my everything
Or being asked
I’ll do the dishes
Or hoover somewhere
If it saves you a moment
That you’ll choose
To put into something else
Probably to help me
I wish I could give you more
Because you have given me everything
Without ever asking
Or asking for appreciation
I’ll try to help
But it will never be enough
To thank you for everything
I believe there is more to the eye
Than just the eye
Filled with deep sea blues or flaming browns
Captivating each person who stares
Eye colour is lazy when describing someone
The blue eyes you see might have never seen an ocean
Their eyes do not reflect the sky like the sea does
Nor does their anger reflect the vicious waves
The brown eyes you see might see more rain than sun
Who paints in vibrant colours
From the natural green world
Growing outside and around them
When you look at someone
It is not the colour you notice
Or what you want to look at
You have to look behind the eye
It is their stare
Either filled with
Confidence or cautiousness
That genetics could never take credit for
I never really realised how much I used Pinterest until I started recommending it to people. Originally, I was only on it to follow people and get photos. However, somehow it has become one of my favourite apps. It became my sort of “wind down app” before bed.. if that makes sense.
I don’t have the pressure of being “online” like facebook, nor do I have to engage in much like tumblr or youtube. But on Pinterest, I can just scroll and save pretty things. It’s nice.
Recently, I’ve been trying to pay attention to my nutrition intake and my pinterest board had helped me by just being able to refer to it.
It is also filled with endless writing prompts... which is pretty fun.
One day in class my teacher asked who used Pinterest, and no one put their hand up. It was a majority male class so I didn’t want to be the only one to admit to even knowing what this website was. But I’m not ashamed!
Fairies have always been a popular creature in Ireland with Irish folklore. I’ve grown up with different interpretations of fairies, and visited many of the different landmarks around Ireland that cater to the fairy folk.
My dad used to bring me home any book he could get his hands on because he knew, just like him, I would read anything. He would buy from charity shops and practically bring the same books back the next day to donate again. To this day I still think it’s the best way to read as many books as possible. So although I can’t thank him for bringing home the greatest literature of the century, I can always thank him for bringing me the love of reading as much as possible. I enjoyed all the books of course, but it was mostly light reading that could be read and passed on.
For my mum, reading was a very different experience. She would never read something that she knew she wouldn’t enjoy and would stop reading a book if it bored her or if anything else bothered her about it. However, she is responsible for introducing me to some of my favourite books that will always stay with me. My dad never knew what to pick out for me, which broadened my types of novels I read. But my mum knew what to look for and every once in a while she would arrive home with a book that would capture my heart.
One of these books was about a ‘faery’ named Knife. Researching it today for this post, I discovered it was only the beginning of a series called Faery Rebels. I had never heard of the book or author when I first got it, but it intrigued me so much. My “reading ego” was a bit high, so I wasn’t too impressed when my mum brought me a book that I had never heard of before, but after reading it I was almost mad at myself for almost being too stubborn to read it. Looking back on it, it probably does have a weird story line that wouldn’t stand out to me now. But it was just something completely different to anything I had ever read before.
I raved about it a lot to anyone who would listen, and got all of my friends interested in this mysterious new book. Although I never had the “fairy phase” growing up of Irish folklore or pretty little colourful fairies, I had a new understanding of them.
Also, it became a joke in my house that everything that happened was because of the group of faeries now living in the house. To this day we would refer to the “Water Faery” who never returns water bottles to the kitchen, or the “Shoe Faery” who steals my mothers shoes that conveniently always end up in my bedroom…