Ireland, like Maine, is a poetic land. From the changing of seasons, to the predictable tides; from home-grown people to home-grown potatos,lichens to luncheons... it is its very own place in such a lovely way. Damien Enright says in A Place Near Heaven, "The more I travel, the more I appreciate the beauty and uniqueness of home." Ireland doesn't feel so far from home for me, and for that I am quite thankful. The affections I have for Maine remain quite unmatched to any place in the world- yet day by day, Ireland is somehow beginning to feel like a fond memory to me, as I discover this land that is rich with romance and nostalgia. This unfolding of a new journey feels like an unwritten chapter in an exciting and fanciful story book that is filled with adventures and mysteries, decorated with doodles, and stuffed with handwritten letters and newspaper clippings. Just as time seems to slip by faster with each season, before I know it I'll be dusting off this old story book, reciting its tales to the generations to come. For now, though, I am very presently absorbing the lush beauty of Ireland- appreciating Porter's motto:
Love Generously.
Praise Loudly.
Live Fully.
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