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[26 Apr 2011|12:18pm] |
[Splotches of ink are visible]
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[24 Apr 2011|12:55pm] |
Cé go raibh mearbhall orthu faoi seo, behold, bhí beirt fhear acu i apparel dazzling. Agus mar a bhí eagla orthu agus hata a n-aghaidh ar an talamh, dúirt na fir leo: "Cén fáth a bhfuil tú ag iarraidh an beo i measc na marbh? Níl sé anseo, ach tá méadú tagtha. Cuimhnigh cé a dúirt sé leat, nuair a bhí sé fós sa Ghailíl, nach mór an Mac an Duine a sheachadadh i lámha na bhfear sinful agus a céasadh agus ar an ardú ar an tríú lá. "
Happy Easter.
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[22 Apr 2011|05:38pm] |
It's Good Friday already. Seems like Christmas was only a few weeks ago and now we're nearly done with Lent. Though it's hard to differentiate what counts as voluntary fasting here.
Ansin dúirt Íosa, "Athair, go maithe leo. Ní fios cad atá ar siúl acu." Idir an dá linn, roinnte ar na saighdiúirí dá chuid éadaigh eatarthu féin ag an dísle a chaitheamh.
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[10 Apr 2011|11:09pm] |
The seasons are getting ready to change, despite the fact that the calendar has told Mother Nature that it's been spring for going on a month now. It's quite a bit nicer not to be so chilly though. Springtime is me favorite time of year though.
( Private to Aidan )
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[23 Aug 2010|02:55pm] |
[ooc: handwriting is shakey]
I...He's...
He's not comin' back. He's...
A Dhia na cumhachta agus trócaire, rinne tú féin bás an geata chuig beatha síoraí. Amharc ar ár deartháir le grá marbh, agus é amháin a dhéanamh le do Mhic i bás, go, séalaithe le fuil Chríost, féadfaidh sé a thagann os comhair tú saor ó pheaca. Amen
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[22 Aug 2010|12:23pm] |
[Backdated to Saturday early afternoon]
( Private (Aidan can read) )
Me Da used te say "Bíonn grásta Dé idir an diallait agus an talamh" which, roughly, means "The grace of God is found between the saddle and the ground."
I've been missin' me horse lately. Couldn' say exactly why, 'cept that she was me best friend, aside from Aidan. But even him and me fight sometimes. Sada an' me never had a row. 'Course, she didn' have a habit of disagreeing with me like me deartháir so, I reckon that's likely the reason.
It's hard not te wish for her and those days back...
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[12 Aug 2010|03:03pm] |
( Private to Aidan )
( Private to Servants )
( Private to Demitrius Avery )
Sometimes, when I'm alone and thinkin' 'bout Ma an' Da' and the farm an' me horses an' everythin' I get insatiably homesick. Like there's a gapin' hole inside o' me that isn' ever goin' te be filled up again. An' there's nothin' I can do 'bout it cept try to figure out how te live with that feelin'.
Othertimes, it don' seem so bad te think 'bout 'em. I remember the happy and the calm and the peaceful an' that feelin' ye get when yer ridin' and yer practically weightless an' it doesn' feel like everything here is shattered and broken. It jus' feels like we're waitin' te go back. An' I can even laugh at some o' the memories or smile at least.
Dunno what makes it one way sometimes and the other way othertimes. Wish I did though. I don' much like that empty feelin'.
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[04 Aug 2010|01:09pm] |
Níos fearr cuir muinín i Dia ná cuir muinín i an cine daonna. Níos fearr cuir muinín i Dia ná cuir muinín i prionsa
Found me a way te keep Rosary til I find somethin' a wee more reliable. Works better than tryin' te keep track on me fingers anyhow. Nothin' will be the same as the string o' beads Ma gave me fer me Communion though.
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[03 Aug 2010|12:25am] |
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Need te figure on a way te have Rosary beads without havin' te string a new set. A different method of countin' maybe? Dunno what I could fix up though.
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[01 Aug 2010|04:43pm] |
( Private to Servants )
( Private (Aidan can read) )
Creidim i nDia, an tAthair uilechumhachtach
Cruthaitheoir neimhe agus talún;
agus in Íosa Críost, a aon Mhacsan,ár Tiarna,
a ghabhadh ón Spiorad Naomh,
a rugadh ó Mhuire Ógh;
a d'fhulaing páis faoi Phointius Píoláit,
a céasadh ar chrois, a fuair bás agus a adhlacadh;
a chuaigh síos go hIfreann,
a d'éirigh an treas lá ó mhairbh;
a chuaigh suas ar neamh;
atá ina shuí ar dheis Dé,
An tAthair uilechumhachtach;
As sin tiocfaidh sé chun
breithiúnas a thabhairt ar bheo agus ar mhairbh.
Creidim sa Spiorad Naomh,
sa Naomh-Eaglais chaitliceach,
i gcomaoin na naomh;
i maithiúnas na bpeacaí
in aiséirí na colainne,
agus sa bheatha shíoraí. Áméin
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[31 Jul 2010|11:16pm] |
Bathing was...
M'glad te be clean proper for the first time in months. But I could've done without the star- I knew I was there somewhere under all tha' dirt an' grime.
Was going te cut my hair but I didn't really want te be arou- I couldn't bring meself te do it. I know it sounds silly but Da' loved my hair long and would always talk Ma' and I out of gettin' our hair cut. And all I can hear is his gentle teasin' about how would he tell Aid an' I apart if I went and cut my hair off.
So long it is and it'll stay.
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[19 Jul 2010|06:36pm] |
It's comforting that gorse grows 'round the castle grounds. Something from home that I used to take fer granted. Grows like weeds across the country and it used to drive Ma mad cause it kept infecting her garden and she'd try every trick under the sun to be rid of it for good without killing off the rest of her precious flowers. Glad fer it now though. Reminds me of her.
( Private (Aidan can read) )
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