What do you dream of?

When at night you're fast asleep,
As you lie in slumber deep,
And dreams through your mind do sweep,
What do you dream of?

Is there sun or is there rain,
Or does the moon wax or wane?
Does the morning come again?
What do you dream of?

Can you then release your pain,
All your secrets to refrain?
Do you shed your tears in vain?
What do you dream of?

While in the dark you still sleep,
I will dry the tears you weep;
Never fear! My hold will keep
The dreams you dream of.

~*~

© 2009 by Amanda Savino

Happy St. Paddy's Day!!!

Ah, the day of the Irish has come around once again. It's too bad it's only an annual celebration... I feel like celebrating it every day! It's not only the Irish in me that makes me so happy; St. Patrick's Day - the day itself - has an extraordinary effect on my senses. It feels, I don't know, different to say the least, special even. Like Christmas. There's a certain air on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day that you can't feel on any other day. The same way with St. Patrick's. There's a really attractive, comforting atmosphere that I wish I could experience every day.

Anyway, I couldn't go to the parade in the city, even though I've been dying too. However, I shall try my best for next year. What I did do was wear green accessories to school... and I hated the fact that St. Paddy's was on a school day, btw. I did up my hair with a makeshift headband - made out of a gorgeous green fabric that I bought from a craft store last year - because I couldn't find my regular green headband, which wouldn't have stayed on my head anyway. And my makeshift headband was fantastic and beautiful, if I do say so myself. I wore a ton of green/Irish jewellry, and a white sweater to complement instead of the usual burgundy. I felt great, too, even though I haven't been feeling too well lately.

Yahoo! featured a super-adorable dancing shamrock today:

Best. Logo. Ever. (Sorry for the bad quality; it's very hard to record a computer screen. Backround music: The Irish Washerwoman.)
It's SO cute! I want one.

The rest of today didn't go exactly as I envisioned. I got hit with a wave of nausea after school and I was sort of crippled on the couch from stomach pains for a while... so I had a sort of stressful day, though not as stressful as usual. I really wanted to light my candles tonight and sing some Irish favorites of mine, but the day just got too hectic and the night escaped me. Surprisingly, I woke up this morning to the first song on my alarm clock - Heartland by Celtic Thunder - and I listened and sang along with the songs to follow. I made a special St. Paddy's playlist just for today, and I'm going to continue to use it throughout the week in hope that the magic will wake me up early again ;).

I do miss the magic of the day, though. It's not the same now, looking ahead to every normal day. I hate normal days. I have way too many. Well, these days are as normal as they can get for me. I wouldn't define my life as normal, but they're normal enough without being bad or good. That's why I hate "normal" days so much. They're all the same. It's like the rollercoaster is stuck. However, I do feel that something is going to change soon. I just don't know if it's good or bad, or when it's going to happen. My tiny little hunch is leaning towards bad, though. But I'm not afraid of the future. I'm facing it head on, and I'm going to get through whatever comes.

Anways, for now I'm just trying to get through each day. It's really hard now, with what's happening at school and at home... I have no peace of mind anymore. Except for on Sundays. Sundays are the best days of the week and the only days I look forward to. Church is amazing every week. Pastor preaches the best sermons, and he always gives the perfect message at the right time. I can relate it to what I'm feeling or going through at the time, and it both convicts my soul and sets it at ease. God really moves through him, and I love seeing that in church. Thus Sunday is superior to any other day of the week.

Um, what else... I'm picking up journaling again. I love blogging, but a journal is more private. And I miss physically writing when I have a lot on my mind. It's a relief to do so, especially when I don't get the inspiration I need for poems and more story ideas. So maybe once I make it a habit again, I can take bits and pieces from my journal and blog them. It will make me feel better, I guess. I like ranting (in case you haven't noticed), and I often repeat the same stuff. Heck, I'm ranting now, haha.

Little side note: I finished all four Twilight books and the partial, online draft of Midnight Sun, so expect wonderfully long rants about that. Also, I read this fantastic book called A Company of Swans by Eva Ibbotson, and I found it extremely rave-worthy. More things to look for... I did promise a list of OTPs, which I'm still compiling. (And for anyone who doesn't know, OTP means one true pairing, as in soul mates, perfect couple, etc.) My list will cover movies, tv shows, and books. Also, while I'm on the topic, I'm looking forward to some romantic ranting and more poetry. That is, as soon as I get myself together. Which might take a while... or longer... so bear with me. One more thing: I might consider posting some of my rather brilliant story that I'm working on. That is to say I haven't considered it yet. I'm very selective on who I let read this particular story, and I haven't let anyone read anything yet (except for one scene which I posted on facebook, but I have to clear that one up anyway). Once I'm at the point of considering, I'll let you know.

Okay, I think I'm done. Happy St. Patrick's Day to all (well, what's left of it) and to all a good night... Wait, wrong story... and to all lots of Irish kisses ;). Here's hoping for many more joyous St. Paddy's Days to come.

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Now playing: Laura MacKenzie - The Irish Washerwoman (The Irish Washerwoman/The Hag at the Churn/Humors of Whiskey/Ellis Kelly's Delight)
via FoxyTunes