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I hold on to nothing
yet my hands are full.
My hands, my head and
my heart are bulging,
with all that creates me,
makes me, defines me, completes me.
I am greater than a list of actions.
I am greater than a list of belongings.
I am my feelings, my connections,
... here I am two states of being, unwilling and unable to decide which one I should be.
Maybe both run through your veins. Maybe groundedness needs to flow as much as the spirit needs roots. If both things feel right who am I to say it should be one and not the other?
Mother Earth gives us strength, a sense of belonging, a connection to all other breathing creatures with whom we share our existence. But ...
... He’s hard to explain. We took a bus to the building where we spent the day. It was a men’s health clinic; specifically for gay men or men who have sex with men (yes there’s a difference). Ireland is the first place we have been besides Amsterdam that is really open and understanding of gay rights. We had 8 speakers through the course of the day. The first six speakers were on infectious disease and outbreaks that have been an issue ...
... have been to. I did walk around but left soon after.
I then walked along Grafton street and had a look at shops there, then i went to forbidden planet, picked up a few things and then went and picked up lunch. I went back to the hostel, where i used the WiFi, ate lunch and did some reading. I then got my suitcase and bags together and left the hostel. I walked over the river and up the street, went past a market and to ...
... a "captured leprechaun" in the gift shop so just had to buy him to bring him home. His name is Paddy.
We then went for a drive around just to look at the place for a bit then headed back to the hotel so that they could book our evening tour that we had decided on. We had decided that we should do a “Storytelling bus tour” that evening. It was on a double decker bus decked out inside to be very homey with a fireplace, a bar and a piano.