The Rain

It is raining here, it rains here a lot actually which I was warned about but what I wasn't told is how beautiful it is. You see, in Oregon, my home, when it rains things seem to (die) plants sink to one side, animals hide in corners and unseen crevices. But here, I've been looking out my window all afternoon, the rain almost seems to cause beauty among the trees and grass. It almost brings out the green. Even the clouds are different, not just grew but the shades change through out and complement the lush emerald that cost the entire landscape.

Many of you don't know this but I am a writer. As a creative writing major you'd think I write a lot right? Everyday? Ideas just popping out of my head every second. Ok that last one is true but the rest, writers block is a curse and no matter what people say, everyone gets it. I've been cursed for the past couple of months, my novel has been on hold, and my short stories just don't have the spark I want them to have.
Four hours ago I looked outside and saw this? And I haven't been able to stop writing. Save the reflection of my smiley face tshirt this picture seems flawless right? Ireland at it's most beautiful right here and something snapped, as if this painting of utter beauty tore down the writers block in a Arnold Schwarzenegger kind of way.
As many of you can tell I am doing much better than a few posts ago where I talked about Homesickness. The normality of Ireland is starting to sink in and I can't believe I've been here for nearly four weeks. Soon, it will be time to board a plane and fly back for Christmas only to do it all over again in the Spring. My life kinda rules right now.

Ok, update.

I joined the Archery team (club) this semester and lets just say I've shot before but I didn't know that the form of Archery ran in my blood. there is something almost memorizing when you string the arrow, lock it in place and draw back the string. Power. Sheer and utter power, the strength in your arm quivers as you aim along the slick arrow and fire with all you have. Being one of very few barebows (which are archers who aim along the arrow instead of using the trigger aim) I was also voted in as the First Year Rep. My duties include talking and making friends and reporting back any issues with members.

I also joined the Fencing club and that is me to the left. (just kidding) I wish it was. But I look more floundering and less flawless than they do at the moment. My stance is not as epic as theirs. I also haven't touched a sword yet because of "safety issues" please like a group of young and wild college students would be irresponsible with sharp pointed objects, come on people. But this "marshal art" is truly amazing to do, it is all about honor and stance and being "scarier" that your opponent. I am truly honored to take part in this art form that has been around for hundreds of years.

I also joined the History Society where we will study all the major and historical pubs in Limerick, Galway, Dublin, Cork, Kerry and many other places. Lots of pubs...not enough time. But to be fair we are also going to take part in a reenactment at Bunratty Castle where we will have an traditional feast, with entertainment, wine and costumes!


So life here in Ireland is moving slowly, like the ripples in the Shannon river or like the swans that reside there. Classes are in full motion, travel plans have been arranged and there are many more adventures to be had.