November 1^st, Monday,

My sickness—throat ache is awful. I have been in a lot of pain. Today, I went to the doctor. I have a virus infection and fever.

I am offering all of my pain up though---we are all called to suffer, and God never gives us more than we can handle.

I woke up, and around 9:30, Meghan and I went to Dunne’s to get food for the week. We are doing this diet, or you could say, healthy kick, this week.

We worked more on our papers.

Meghan and I cooked a healthy dinner tonight—grilled chicken, carrots, peas and a banana. Both of us have little experience with cooking chicken, but it ended up turning out great. Eating healthy not only refreshes my body, but it also makes me happier. I just feel better. I was more than satisfied with our meal.

Tonight, I went back to my room and worked on the lines for my play. I love rehearsing lines. I get to sit down and become this special character, who has a specific role in the production.

I go to bed with this desire on my heart to be the best witness of truth as possible.

My days in Ireland are getting numbered. Weeks have passed by, and experiences have happened. I will always hold in my heart the special memories of this Ireland experience. I will never forget how my life has been influenced by this experience. God calls us to fulfill different paths.

Tonight, I end with this: Going after a dream without divine intervention is destined to fail.

Our dreams, aspirations and visions in life--must be willed by God.

November 2, Tuesday

Meghan and I worked on our English paper this morning.

In the afternoon, we went to talk to our English lecturer and then our anthropology lecturer. They both gave great feedback. For us American students, the writing style is notably different here than back home. Since these papers are big portions of our grades, we want to make sure that we are following the right direction of excellence.

Some of us girls got together to discuss anthropology, as many of us have the same essay to write.

After our discussion, Meghan and I went to our English class—probably a good call, sense we had just spend the past hour with our lecturer.

Due to the weather, the power went out in some of the buildings. I went into Boyne, the apartment to the right of mine, and a few of my friends gathered by the door.

The adventure is always ongoing—new excitement rises every day.

I had play practice tonight. My show is right before Thanksgiving, which is very exciting. The show is coming a long quite well. I am looking forward to it. My director is only 19 years old, which has been a new experience for me—considering all of my directors back home are reasonably older.

Tonight, I talked to one of my Five Star girls online. She is going to a new school now, which I think will impact her life and future greatly. She is facing newfound challenges with the schoolwork. I had to reassure her that positive thinking was important.

Today was a good and productive day.

November 3, Wednesday

Caroline and Taylor slept over last night—in my small room. Taylor slept on a spare mattress that I had, as Caroline curled up in a tiny section of the room.

I woke up early to go meet with my Anthropology tutor. He went over my final paper with me. I have been working faithfully on it for quite some time. He gave me pretty nice feedback, so I was happy, as I left.

Today, it was rainy and cold. The chills of the winter months kicked in.

Meghan, Megan, Caroline and I took our laundry into town. It was a fairly decent walk to the laundry mat, but well worth it.

After that, Meghan and I stopped into Dunne’s.

Today, Meghan and I worked on our anthropology papers together in her room. There is nothing better than sitting down and working on a thriller topic.

We went to pick up our laundry in the evening. The light started to fade. It gets dark real fast, by 6:00.

For dinner, we had chicken and veggies. Later, we enjoyed a hard-boiled egg. Yum.

I went through my lines again tonight.

I am going to Rome on December 2^nd—December 5^th. I am excited for this journey. One of my great friends is studying in Rome. I get to meet up with her and with all of the Saint Mary’s girls studying there. It should be quite lovely.

I got to talk to my dad tonight on the phone—for a few minutes. It was nice to hear his voice—for old times sake. I would literally call him a handful of times a day back home, so the lack of communication is challenging me.

Dear Lord, on this day, you provided me with the opportunity to explore the creativity of your many designs. You designed me for greatness, and thus I must continue to fulfill my ultimate purpose. I am grateful for those who you have placed in my life. Please just protect my dad, and family. Amen.

November 4, Thursday

Meghan and I spent the day doing schoolwork---our creative minds and steadfast commitment to schoolwork was caving in.

We actually spent most of the day doing schoolwork.

Meghan and I eventually made it to the piano room to sing for a while—although I was still sick, so my voice did no good. I recorded a few songs for Meghan. Her stellar talent never ceases to amaze me.

We came back to my room and had dinner—chicken and veggies.

Bridget stopped by to chat, and as always, sparkles my day with her warm personality and gentle compassion.

Play practice got cancelled—I am not sure if that was a good or bad thing.

Meghan did my hair and makeup.

Tonight we all went to the Roost---to the PR (the secret room). It was a good time, but I left early to skype with my dad and sister.

Another great and fuzzy-smooth day in Ireland.

As I was walking home from the Roost, the raindrops sparkled on the pavement. The drops formed tiny like circles on the pavement, each different in size and shape. The wind trickled down and the smell of nature clashed with the rain. Appreciating nature is always a task worth taking.

November 5, Friday

Our anthropology paper was due today at 5:00—you know what this means…..

No more class after today! Hoot Hoot.

I did enjoy anthropology a lot though.

I read over Meghan’s paper one more time, as I did mine.

We then went to the Arts Block to print them off.

Meghan and I made a quick visit to Dunne’s. I bought some soup and organic yogurt.

For the rest of the way, I just hung out in my room---caught up with old friends, and sipped on some tasty soup.

Tonight, a handful of us went to the Roost to hang out for a while. In Ireland, all of the students go home on the weekends, so the Roost life was pretty low-key.

Today was one of those days when I put my feet up and just snuggled in my warm PJ’s. I shared many laughs with old grade schools friends as we reflected on old memories together.

Your grade school years shape you in the most abstract and fundamental ways. The people who you spend the majority of your schooling with, end up teaching you about the many elements to life. I went to a small grade school, and so my class was small. We were all close and hung out all of the time. There was something great about our class—it was the way that we bonded, and grew up together that made our class stand out. A lot of our old teachers now tell us how wonderful our class was, and how much they enjoyed having us.

I look back on my time in grade school, to my life now being in college. It is amazing what opportunities I have had from then to now. It is more rewarding to see the person that I have become, versus the person who I thought I would become. You know when you are little, and you have all of these imagined visions for your life? You play out so many fun situations and dreams—but when you grow up a little, you become more realistic and strive for something even better.

When I think about it, I think about how my time in grade school shaped me for who I am today. This is when the fact that: “Your past shapes your future,” becomes so alive. I walked this grade school journey for a reason—with some pretty wonderful people. If it were not for my stellar teachers, I would not have been challenged to use my greatest potential. If it were not for my education, I would not be nearly as successful as I am today. If it were not for what my friends in grade school taught me, than I would not know how to interact with others around me. Believe it or not, each moment in ones life, teaches them something—it helps them to grow into flowers of love, commitment, strength and courage.

In my mind, I can remember the words of wisdom that I got from many of my teachers. I remember where I was at the time, whose classroom I was in, and what I was wearing. I remember how my teachers spoke to me, thus encouraging me to see all that was possible for my life.

We tend to take for granted how blessed we are to go to school—as some kids only dream of this opportunity. I remember complaining to my teachers, telling them: “This is too much homework. Can we please have less?”

We learn to appreciate the simplest things eventually in our lives—some it takes a little bit longer. But when we sit down to reflect and to see what has molded our current existence, a new seed begins to blossom in our just minds, a seed begins to flourish in our righteous hearts, and we begin to smile.

I say that I appreciate this Ireland experience now, but it may be later on in my life, when I sit down and do the same thing—reflect and realize, “Wow, that Ireland experience was far greater than I thought—and this is how it shaped where I am today.”

Looking forward to the moments in our lives, makes us appreciate our purpose more---and for that, our purpose and design is achieved in utmost greatness.  

November 6, Saturday

A trip to Dublin City—another great time.

Catherine, Sona, Cailin, Meghan and I left around 1:30 to make the 1:55 train to Dublin.

Yes, the winter months are making its way to this beautiful country, so exploring a beautiful city, means bundling up.

Part of the adventure is exploring and not knowing exactly where things are. Thank goodness for maps.

We stopped at a grocery store, and asked for directions. It was a necessary stop, due to the rush of rain that came down.

Our first stop was to Kilmainham Jail. This jail was in running for about 120 years. I was amazed by what the tour guide was saying. Those who were imprisoned here often came out being leaders and heroes of the next generation. Their stories captured many hearts. Capital Punishment was a big-time focus back then, and so many were executed. (Some pushed out of a window, others beheaded.)

I was able to see the prison cells—whether by stepping in the cell or peeking through the door hole. The structure of the whole building was astonishing to me. I sat there and reflected, and then I started thinking….

This past summer I worked in a prison—doing leadership development and Christian ministry with many Women. I was able to relate my experience this summer, with what I was experiencing at the moment.

At the entrance of the Kilmainham Jail, there is a symbol, of what sin looks like—sin is what ultimately brought people to this jail.

If you just think for a minute---draw upon what it would be like to be locked up. You are in a cold, non-attractive room. The feelings of being unwanted, uncared for, and isolated are the major reasons why teardrops become embedded on your face.

You want to use your voice but you are not sure how—you can’t.

I enjoyed touring the prison—again, things like this teach you something. More importantly though—this is our history and so we must learn what has shaped our world.

The five of us went to Starbucks and waited for Kara, Meghan Flynn, Molly and Quinny to meet up with you. When we all eventually came together, we went to the Hard Rock Café for dinner.

Many of had the two-course deal for 15 Euro. The cheeseburger and ice cream seemed to be a common grab.

After dinner, we went to a few pubs to see what they were about.

We took the 10 o’clock train back.

When I got back to my room, I hung out and went on facebook for a while. I always enjoy down time.

Dublin was a great time—with great people. I always love exploring. I feel like I know the city of Dublin fairly well.

Part of my goal coming here was to see all of Ireland to soak up specifically this culture. It is safe to say that I have done this. The more familiar I become with this country, the more I feel like I belong.

Today, the sound of horns from the cars, reminded me of the busyness that the world can bring. The communication between people from a distance or nearby brought a sense of life. Cheers to Ireland and cheers to this great experience of a lifetime. 

October 24, Sunday

Taylor spent the night in my room last night. We woke up around 11.

Today, I worked more on my anthropology paper, and did some random things for my spring classes next semester.

I went to mass at 6, at the local church in town. In his homily, the priest talked about the importance of being a witness in our everyday life. He also talked about the importance of prayer. I have seen the power of prayer transform into powerful manifestations on this Ireland journey. His words were powerful though, as we are called to be a witness of truth to all people. Moreover, our walk of faith is not going to be easy. We will be bashed, slammed, and hurt, but it is through this glimpses of weakness, that prominently mold the intense vision of our strength. It is through our steadfast example to others, that we are able to provide them with a touch of God’s grace. We are able to be an instrument of God’s love, as He is the ultimate guide.

Taylor, Megan and I had a nice dinner together—chicken, and a lovely filled pasta.

Taylor and I went to Kara’s room to do last minute things for our trip. Taylor, Kara, Catherine and I are spending this upcoming week touring Ireland. What is nice about this trip, is that everything is already planned. Included are a lot of tours, breakfast and neat places to see.

I am excited for this week. This will be a great time to meet other people, who will be joining this tour for the week. For me, listening to someone’s story brings a lot of importance to life.

It was just one of those chilled days—appreciating every moment.

The tour of Ireland will come with much excitement and happy memories, I am sure. For now though, I look at the existence of Ireland right before my eyes. I can see the beauty of this peaceful country. The shades of colors, are ever so vibrant, and glorious. When I look out my window, I see God right before my eyes. I am seeing God in new ways on this journey. He is real. He is alive. He is the ONLY thing that will keep me going in my life. He is the Father and ruler of all; He is my Father—this is the greatest gift of all.

October 25^th, Monday

Today was our first day of our Paddy wagon tour. We took a taxi really early in the morning. Our driver met George Bush---how cool. When we arrived to Dublin, we went to the Paddy wagon building—checked in and had breakfast down in their kitchen.

The bus was pretty spacious and cozy, which is probably a good thing, considering there are 58 of us, and we will be on this bus a lot this week.

Our first stop was to the Guinness Factory. This was my second time going—each time bringing something special and new. We went up the Galaxy Bar, which shows a 360 view of the whole city. The sun was shining on the whole city. The Bar is nice and cozy and luxurious. I was not up for a free pint of Guinness early in the morning, so I had soda instead—probably a good choice on my part.

A lot of people on our tour with us were from Australia and London.  A lot of people were also teachers. We were the only Americans—no big deal though, we just represented our lovely country in a good way I hope.

We saw the battle scenes where the movie Brave Heart took place. Mel Gibson came to Ireland and said, “We need land.” Since the movie Brave Heart was shot, there has been talk about re-making it. The Irish army gets first say if there is an opportunity for extras.

We headed to Cork.

The Irish people sometimes take for granted the beauty that surrounds there every day. I think that we all do though. I have reflected on my life back home in America—I often take for granted the beauty that is around me every day. We often do not take the time to look. God’s design is right before our eyes—yet we ignore it because we are too busy.

This Ireland journey is always about the adventure—a central theme that has been put into use with all of the Saint Mary’s girls here in Ireland.

Wilferd A Peterson once said, “Go forth seeking adventure, open your eyes, your ears, your mind, your heart, your spirit and you will find adventure everywhere.”

A boy named Patrick was held in hostage. Later on in his life, his vision for studying Christianity increased. He was eventually re-captured. Rather than working, he was praying. He was ordained a priest later on in his life. He left Ireland for 7 years. Patrick returned to Ireland around Halloween—which is a big pagan celebration. Patrick met the high king of Ireland. He spread Christianity around Ireland—from village to village. He picked up a Shamrock, which symbolizes the Trinity. The Ireland people could not read or write. He began to turn Ireland from a pagan country to a Christianity country.

We went to Cashel—the capital town of Ireland. This is where the crowning took place for the high kings. Saint Patrick built his monastery here. It is up on a beautiful hill—I saw it with my own eyes!

The Rock House was our spot for lunch, located right by the monastery. The four of us—Kara, Catherine, Taylor and I had chicken, potatoes and veggies. It was yummy—I ate it fast.

We met Josh, who is from London and on our bus tour.

Cork is a rebellious city. We went to the Blarney Castle—I nearly died as I kissed the stone. My anxiety went up big time, because I am scared of heights. However, I did not let my fear get the best of me—I needed to conquer my fear. I had to have the courage to overcome my fear—as I teach my Five Star kids back home. It is always about the adventure—and my adventure with kissing the stone was the topic of the day. The castle was wonderful.

Cork harbor is the second largest in the world, and the titanic was structured there.

Kara, Catherine, Taylor and I walked around the city of Cork, after settling into our hostel (The Kinaley Hostel). All of the shopping centers were about to close, which was sad. At least we saved money by not shopping.

For dinner we all had pasta, garlic bread and salad. All 58 of us ate this yummy dish in the kitchen at the hostel. I probably had six helpings—not sure why I am always hungry.

The four of us shared many laughs. We slept in a room with 16 other people—coed.

We got this little corner, closed off for the four of us. The room was certainly a little questionable, as can be expected in a hostel. The saying, “You get what you pay for,” is sure. Hostels are about the experience, and it took a lot of convincing by my friends, that I would be okay.

We all hung out in the lounge room for a while. It was great getting to know a lot of the people who would  be on this journey with me. It is safe to say that I knew that I would be making life long friends.

October 26, Tuesday

We woke up early and had a great, large, amazing breakfast---toast. We spiced it up with a bit of jam and butter though.

I did not sleep well last night, so I knew that I would be tired all day today.

We went to the National Park in Killarney and took a carriage around. The water, fields, mountains, the everything, was beautiful. We stopped at Rock Castle, during our carriage ride tour.

We then headed to Inch beach---breath taking. Far in the distance, the sun rays reflected over the water. It was peaceful, breezy and windy. There was a little café overlooking the water. Instead of eating there, we went to the little shop and bought food. Taylor and I had cheese and crackers. We were on budgets, and our parents would be proud.

We headed to Dingle, and on our way, saw the Amateur Race Track. The bus ride to Dingle was breath taking. We saw amazing cliffs.

The four of us toured the town. We went to Murphy’s ice cream, and then did some walking around and shopping. It was a windy, rainy and cold day—welcome to Ireland!

We got to the hostel and the town that we stayed in has under 1,000 people. The hostel was a lot nicer than last night. We got a room of 6 with our own bathroom. I slept pretty well. The only type of night-life in this town was the pub that was attacked to the hostel. We had a great time, as a lot of the tour crew stayed together in the pub. We danced, had laughs, sang karaoke and just had a grand time. I sang Summer Nights and a few other songs with “Team America” (a pretty creative name, I’ll say). Everyone sang me happy birthday and at midnight, the four of us, and other members of our tour group had a birthday drink.

This was my last day to be a teenager: my birthday, October 27.

I look back on my teenage years with a big smile. I accomplished a lot during those years. I experienced a lot, met a lot of great people and saw God working miracles.

I look at the moment, and appreciate each day, hoping that many blessings come in the next chapter of my life.

As Taylor told me, “Moni, you are now a MS (mature student).

October 27^th, Wednesday

My birthday!!!! I am 20 years old.

I woke up with my friends and members of the tour saying, “Happy Birthday.”

This morning we stopped in Adare. Taylor and I went to the supermarket called Centra. We both got sandwiches to snack on. Again, we both budgeted and figured that this would be cheaper than eating in the little café that was around the corner. Gosh, my dad is going to be super proud of me and all of my savings. I also bought hummus and crackers, so that when we stopped for lunch, I could just eat this.

The best birthday present—the Cliffs of Moher. I could sit here and write about my experience but I can’t, because what I experienced cannot come in words. These experiences are personal to me, and what I see with my own eyes, is unreal.

As I stood on the cliff, I remember praising God for this beauty that I was seeing right before my eyes. I thought about the creation story, and how God created the world. He could have made everything black and white, but instead He chose color and creativity.

It was a windy day though, so every picture that we tried to take of the four of us, took some effort.

For lunch, we stopped at Fitzpatricks bar. The four of us ate our lunch outside, as the others eagerly waited in line to fill their empty stomachs. The birds outside came fairly close to us, in hopes to get some of our food.

Off to Galway we went. Galway is a stunning city. Caroline, Quinny and Molly came in for my birthday. They stayed at the Earl Hotel, which ended up being close to our hostel. They surprised me with a bottle of my favorite drink, a card and a big birthday badge to wear.

Quinny, Molly, Caroline, Taylor, Kara, Catherine and I went to the local pub for dinner. I had the 100% Steak Burger (which was not a surprise). The waitress surprised me with a birthday dessert—a brownie and ice cream. It was a great dinner. It was nice to all be together, and for the three to come to Galway to celebrate with me.

We all went out to the Coyote Night Club. It was a fun night, to say the least.

I will always remember my 20^th birthday. Not only was I able to celebrate it with my friends and the amazing people that I met on this tour, but I got to spend it in the heart of this beautiful country—and not many can say that they have done just that.

I got an email from my dad, saying that he remembered the day when I was born—I was wrapped in a blanket and he held me for the first time. He said that that was a happy moment in his life.

It is amazing, looking on the 20 years of my life, and seeing all that I have accomplished, through the glory of God. I am thankful for my life, for my amazing God and for the experiences that never cease to amaze me.

October 28, Thursday

We left Galway bright and early. We headed to the Shrine of Our Lady, which was in Knock, Ireland.

Unfortunately, the actual church was closed, but I still enjoyed the other pretty stuff that I saw.

We had lunch at Strandhill beach.

In 450 B.C., the Celtic people arrived in Ireland, and brought farming and language.

We went to the grave of W.B. Yeats, in Drumcliffe.

“Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights, it is a change that goes on deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.” –Miriam Beard

I think about my interactions with so many people in my life time. I have consumed myself in many different situations where I have met so many different types of people. For just a split second, they are strangers, but once I actually take time to get to know them—their individual talents, personalities, and individuality shines and I begin to learn more about life. No longer are these people just “faces in the crowd,” they are people who show me what life is about. A lot of people overlap in similarity, yet many people cannot see this because they do not interact.

Strangers often become my friends—they are people who I continue to pray for, and that I remain in contact with. There is nothing more exciting than being around people. We think that humanity is so different—but when we get to know people, we realize how similar we actually are.

For the world to change, ignorance and selfishness must be fogged up and compassion and understanding must become more visible.

I look at the life of W.B. Yeats and I look at his gravestone. I remind myself, “What can I do in this life, to be that instrument of peace and justice? What actions can I take?”

On this tour, I have met so many incredible people—many young teachers, and people aspired callings and passions. More importantly, when being with these people. I remind myself that I am surrounded by a lot of the world. The universe is on this bud—people from Canada, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, England and so forth. Each bring a piece of their life and history to this week. Aside from seeing the face of God through astonishing nature—He has been ever more apparent in the people.

We stayed in Derry that night. We arrived at Paddy’s Palace. We soon had a walk tour around the city. This city was one in which I had to be a little cautious about. The city is divided between Catholics and non-Catholics. They barely talk and never cross sides.

The police were standing outside in full uniform—guns and everything. This is when you want to be on your best behavior. After the tour, we came back and had a cookout. It was outside, in the backyard of the hostel. It was decorated really cute and cozy.

The four of us shared a room. After we all ate dinner, we sat around and chatted—eventually gathering around to play the piano to sing some classics. I love singing, especially with a group of new people.

We all went to the local pub. The four of us left early and went back to the hostel, there sharing many laughs.

The people who were in charge of the hostel were very friendly.

When I reflect on Derry, I think about the huge division that is present. The idea of peace and unity seems almost impossible to imagine. Derry is by far a completely different life than I am used to. I cannot imagine living under such a division.

October 29, Friday

Our bus driver and tour guide, Joe, has been a pleasant part of this trip. He has a great sense of humor and always kind.

Off to Belfast!

The four of us went and toured the city, walking to a few shopping areas. In Belfast, the original titanic was drawn in one of the buildings.

We went to the National Trust of Causeway, known as the Giant’s Causeway. We look a lot of pictures. The cliffs, water, and mountains in the distance were all stunning.

After lunch at a local Pub, we went to the Carrick-A-Rede, which is known for their rope walk across two Islands. I have seen such things in movies, but never thought that I would actually see one in real life, moreover, walk across it! It is always about the adventure and overcoming fears.

I was up very high, walking on a rope bridge, that stood over a body of clear blue water. I think that the fact that it was so pretty, helped me to stay semi-calm. But I did it—I walked across it.

For dinner, we hit up an all-you-can eat Chinese buffet. It was nice inside and the food was good—no stomach reaction which is always a good thing. It was nice to eat something a little bit different.

At night, we went to the Crown Bar and on our way home, grabbed pizza at the only fast food place that was open.

This was our last night out as a group—a bittersweet moment for sure.

Good memories make me smile. Meeting these people this week brought a lot of happiness to my life. Although we all have grown up in completely different life-styles, we still are very similar. Our eagerness to see the beauty of Ireland and the world, embodies are potential to crave something more than we know. There is so much out in the there in the world—so why not jump to every possible experience to learn something new, when you can. A man by the name of John Burroughs once said, “The longer I live, the more my mind dwells upon the beauty and the wonder of the world.”

October 30, Saturday

Early in the morning, we got a black taxi tour around Belfast. Like Derry, there is also a big division here in Belfast. It is mind blowing to hear about the continued division between Protestants and Catholics—who do NOT cross paths at all. The wall that serves as the divider point, is the ultimate testimony of such a division. And then I got thinking—this division is not based on religion, but on identity. When you are born into one of these groups, that is the shaper of your life. I think about the young children, who do not know anything other than this life—who are born into a continued hatred generation after generation. Tears layer under my eye lids, because these young children are not able to reach to their fullest ability to see the whole of life. It makes me extremely grateful for my life, that I have been raised to strive to live in unity, peace and justice.

I cannot even IMAGINE, this way of life. During the tour, I was only introduced to such a division that will more than likely continue for years, generation after generation. This offers little room for people to express the fullness of their talents, their dreams and their abilities. It is through differences, and through our interaction with people. Where humanity and life become full, and where our purpose for living is multiplied in greatness.

After the tour, we gathered up our belongings, and the journey was coming close to an end. We stopped for lunch and then made two quick stops on our way back to Dublin. One stop was to Saint Peter’s Church—to learn more about Oliver Plunkett, who was beatified in 1920 and canonized in 1975. In 1979 Pope John Paul II visited Drogheda and prayed before his relic.

The whole tour and week was great. I can go back to America with a great understanding of Ireland. I have seen every city in Ireland. I will go back to America with a huge appreciation for Ireland. I was glad that I had the opportunity before I left to see all of Ireland. There is something magical about this country. A piece of Ireland will always be in my heart. The feeling of warmth, peace and renewed vision that I have gained because of this experience has been a badge of God’s grace, scattered throughout my soul.

October 31, Sunday

Happy Halloween!

Today was one of those days when I felt sick—maybe the flu, but the throat ache did no good for my day.

This morning, a few of us did a shopping trip to Tesco’s to buy our Halloween gear—togas and accessories. I was looking forward to going out and enjoying this great holiday—but I stayed in, with the knowledge that my body just needed rest.

After spending the day with some of the girls, I came back in the afternoon to catch up on emails and just enjoy some peace and quite in my room.

Tonight, I pray for one of my friends who I love dearly, that she is able to feel the grace of God’s love, pouring in her heart, that she is able to see the vision of God’s calling for her life, right before her eyes, and that she will always hold on to trust.

Dear God, watch over me as I go to bed not feeling well. Please protect my family, friends and those who have no food to eat on this day. Amen.

October 18, Monday

Monday was a good day. I woke up to go to my anthropology tutorial. We discussed the essay that we have due right after our fall break.

Next week, I am headed on a tour around Ireland with Kara and Catherine. We get to see some amazing cities, which is going to be nice, since I am leaving next semester.

The trip this past weekend was amazing and breathe-taking, and I cannot imagine that these cities will be any less.

I had my history class today. It is from 3-5, so the two hours can sometimes be killer. Thank goodness he gives us a ten minute break.  Most of us girls were on our Mac laptops for the entire class. No comment.

Tonight I had a play meeting. I was casted in the play, “Slippers and Cinderalla.” It is pretty exciting. There are eight of us in the show. I am looking forward to it.

I came back to my room and curled up in my bed and just read for classes. The philosophy book that I am reading is wonderful. I have been interested more and more in this type of field. As philosophy stresses, we are always challenged to think.

The weather is getting a bit chilly. The sprinkled raindrops and slight breeze of the evening winds brought a sudden chill down my back.

The cooler weather is reminding me of the winter season ahead.

Today was a good day. I am thankful for this day. This day brought happy memories, and many fun times. Each day holds something special, and a glimpse of unimaginable design flourishes. I am thankful for living, breathing, for having a bed to sleep in, for food, for clothes on my back. The basic things that we tend to take for granted, I am thankful for.

As I lay down for bed, I ask that God continues to guide my journey. I ask that He gives me the strength and desire to be the best person that I can be.

October 19, Tuesday

Today I went to my sociological imagination class, but hardly paid attention, as I was on facebook the whole time.

I did not feel that bad, because before class I was working hard on readings and preparations for upcoming papers.

I am all set for my sociology paper.

Tonight I had play practice. I am in the play called “Slippers and Cinderella” I am blessed to have a part. The plot of this play is perfect for me. As many know, I work a lot with poverty issues and with children. The backbone of my ministry and work that I do, is listening to the heart of people. Many kids who I have worked with in the last year, do live poverty stricken lives. I have never been able to fully understand the poverty, but I have been able to relate to the people that I work with on many other levels. More importantly though, I have worked so much with poverty issues, that I feel like I have a fairly good understanding of this real issue---I have some sort of front-line understanding.

In many musicals that I have done, I have played kid roles. It is fun to be a kid again, as I am playing these roles. Kids express a special kind of independence. This play that I am currently in, here in Ireland, is about the following:

The children are alone on Halloween, waiting for news (father’s job search) and arrival of their aunt, Lady Errington. The room is shabby. Myra sews a patch on the worn elbow of Jimmy’s coat. Myra would like to go to the Economy Lecture. They fantasize that a fairy godmother might come and provide equipage and gown to go to the lecture just like Cinderella. So the children wish and then are alarmed as the fairy godmother arrives and the wishes begin to come true. Myra sprouts a splendid gown with an enormous train, none of which can be removed. Then the equipage arrives with a flourish of trumpets, white horses and a coach of gold and crystal as big as a haysteek. Voices start announcing Princess Myra’s Carriage. Terrified and unable to stop the sweep of events, Jimmy gets the clever idea of setting the grandfather clock ahead so that it strikes twelve. As it strikes the street clears, and they return to normal. A telegram arrives announcing that Dad has got his appointment. They will be saved from poverty after all.

The reason why this plot is of great importance to me is because I am playing the role of one of the twins. I get to use this time to imagine what it must be like to actually live in poverty and to wish that a princess would bestow her blessings upon us. There is something special that comes out in the heart of acting. An appreciation for life that may have been once unknown, is now known. I think that it is beautiful.

I am excited to explore this journey of acting here in Ireland. The show is about 40 minutes. There are six different shows. I love acting, and unfortunately I do not have as much time as I would like to act as a hobby. Since I have the time here in Ireland, why not grasp this experience to the fullest?

It is another journey—a journey that will be remembered for my lifetime. When I am older, reflecting on my life, I will be able to see how I was able to use my gifts and talents in many different lights. One, which is acting, and digging deeper into the realm of new approached worlds.

October 20, Wednesday

Aquinas says, "We must love them both, those whose opinions we share and those whose opinions we reject. For both have labored in the search for truth and both have helped us in the finding of it."

Meghan and I studied in the library from 9 until the late afternoon. We were working on loads of assignments that are due. Today we did a lot of preparation to write the big papers.

We got a lot of work done—I would say that it was a pretty productive day.

For lunch, we went into town and headed to the Riverside Café for lunch. It was fancy in there—I got a relaxing feeling when I walked in. I ordered a salmon bagel with chips (as they call fries). My meal hit the stop with no question.

After lunch, we discovered that the library was full of people, and finding a spot was against the evens.

We headed to John Hume, a building on North Campus, and found a room to study in.

Later on, we headed back to Meghan’s room, and slowly we began to burn out. It was already hitting the evening at that point. Caroline and Taylor came in for a bit. I grew up with my dad telling me, “Monica, you stick by your friends through the easiestm challenging and emotional times.” That is a profound statement that my dad continues to live by, as I do.

I came back to my apartment and had an amazing chat with my roommate Ciara and Hannah. As I walked into the kitchen in hopes to prepare a meal, I was not expecting to spend a while chatting with them. I learn so much about people who have lived a completely different life than myself. Hannah and I were talking about the media influence on Ireland culture. Hannah has been great help during my stay here, as she has helped me fix problems with my room furnishings several times now.

Tonight, I was filled with so much happiness, and heartfelt love. I was able to skype with my friend Kathleen, and when I talk to her, I just feel the presence of God storming at hand.

People do not understand how amazing life is---their purpose is always beyond the captured vision.

As I studied today, I read a lot about Thomas Aquinas for a paper that I am doing on him. I am truly astonished by his life. He allowed me to think a lot about my life. He allowed me to reflect on my faith journey while here in Ireland. Many people leave marks of legacy, but only those with creative vision and insightful thinking, leave a mark forever.

Today as Meghan and I walked to lunch, I heard kids telling jokes up ahead of us. The kids laughter reminded me of my childhood days, when I was able to explore that innocence. For me, childhood was that time of imagination, creativity and flowing understanding of what could be possible.

I heard adults communicating with each other in the distance. I saw some bike riders, ride past, as if they were on a direct mission.

Today was a blessing, as are all days. God can show you the tiniest glimpses of His design, right before our eyes.

Tonight I read a story that I got in an email. One of the sisters that I visit back home sent me this wonderful story. It was about a little girl who was able to explore her childhood innocence. She wanted to go out and let the rain just soak on her skin. This reminded me of last year, when Meghan and I sat out in the pouring rain one night. We sat out for a good hour and just talked and let the raindrops drip on our layer-less clothes.

It was that moment in nature—where God became most alive. God has created this amazing world. Yet, do we actually appreciate it? Nothing is created exactly the same. Not one snowflake is the same! What does this say about God’s work of art? God could have made this world black and white, but He chose to use color. He had a plan, and His plan has radiated wonderful creativity. Appreciating nature has put a lot into perspective for me.

Dear God, thank you for this journey. Thank you for the people that I met today, those I talked to today and for the countless blessings that you bestow on me. You NEVER cease to amaze me. I hear your whisper through the simplest forms of life—I can see the outline of your master plan in the brightest patches of everyday life. I am never blinded—never will be.

The quote by Aquinas is true of our lives. We are called to interact with all people—regardless of differences. Our differences allow our lights to shine in whole new ways. In order to find truth, we must love all people. We must listen to the heart of man, to see God in a whole new way. We love all people, because God is in all people.

October 21, Thursday

Meghan and I met at the library to study for an hour before we met with a group of students to discuss the reading that is based on our anthropology exam-essay.

I have always loved getting together in groups, to discuss any topic really. Listening to others express their opinions and beliefs, allows me to reflect on the world around me. Furthermore, I am challenged in my own thinking process.

Our philosophy tutorial was at 3, so with the hour and half that we had, we went to Saint Catherine’s. Saint Catherine’s is a special place on campus. It holds a chapel, with adoration, as well as a room that is welcomed for all people. The room has a piano and sofas. We are allowed to help ourselves to tea, and cookies.

Meghan was playing the piano, as we both sang some of our favorite songs together. Her and I were the only two in the room, but a lady heard us singing from her office, and came into the room to tell us how lovely we sounded. Her affirmation brightened my day, as it did Meghan’s.

Our philosophy tutorial was grand. Meghan presented on Socrates and did a great job. After her presentation, we talked about the differences in American and Ireland—the education system, poverty and the government. The notion of human thought, seen as a public element, was the main high light of our discussion.

I had play practice tonight and had such an AWESOME time. It was so much fun to be on stage again and just act. To play the character of a little girl, has always been enjoyable to me. My fellow actors are great people with a lot of talent.

Tonight we went to the Roost. A lot of students were dressed up in Halloween costumes. I went as myself---typical.

I had a great night out, as always. I ended up seeing my roommate Hannah out, and her and I hung out for a while.

I later saw two of the folks in the play with me, at the Roost.

I love the feeling of knowing people and meeting new people, outside of America.

I met this great guy, named Gavin. Him and I talked about a lot of different topics—ranging from religion, to the typical Ireland life.

I have seen a lot of Ireland, since being here. A lot of Irish folks have told me, “Wow, you probably have seen more of Ireland than we have.”

Ireland is a special place.

When I look outside, as the sun begins to fade behind the clouds, I experience a calming peace. The color of the sunset cannot be explained. God is a great artist, as His artistic design, never ceases to amaze me.

A lot of the laughter in the background, is humanity alive.

Smiles on peoples faces, are signs of God’s greatness.

Some say to always live up an adventure. I say, live it up, but also reach out to see every aspect that makes the adventure so great—which are often the smallest things.

October 22, Friday

I woke up at 12:30 today. My dad would say, “your day is almost over.”

I made a visit to the laundry shop, downtown. I then went to the bank, to print out a bank statement.

I went to a few stores in town, and looked at all of the clothes. There were many different kinds of clothes to look at. The Ireland style is for sure different than American style.

After getting back from town, I went to Saint Catherine’s chapel for some adoration—never taking advantage time with Jesus.

I loved the quietness of the chapel. In silence, God becomes most alive, and I can hear His whisper.

Megan, Taylor and I hung out for the rest of the way. We cooked oatmeal for dinner. Megan added a little extra spice of life to the oatmeal by adding apples.

We then watched My Sisters Keeper in Megan’s common room. This movie really does put life into perspective. So many people complain about the smallest things in life, and tend to be ungrateful for what they have.

The three of us had great bonding time. I love to just simply relax and be with my friends.

Taylor is spending the night in my room tonight. It is my greatest prayer that she will get a good nights sleep.

With friendship, God always knows what He is doing. Friendship is incredibly important in our lives. Each one of my friends, has taught me something about life. In addition, each of my friends support me in a special way.

October 23, Saturday

Today was a grand day.

The campus was empty as many students went home or are already traveling.

I went to pick up my laundry and then I met Megan and Taylor at Dunne’s to do some food shopping. I bought some snacks for my trip this week. (I am touring all of Ireland, with Kara, Catherine and Taylor)

I picked healthy snacks—go me!

We had lunch in Taylor’s common room—turkey and cheese sandwiches. I can always rely on a good sandwich.

Taylor is now coming on the Ireland bus tour with us, which is exciting news.

The three of us wanted to get some homework done. We went to the library—closed. We went to John Hume—closed. The only thing that was open was Saint Catherine’s, although the Internet connection was sadly disappointing. One minute it was working, the other minute it was dead. Although we did not get homework done in there, we still enjoyed the peaceful touch of silence and calming that filled the room. One minute it was sunny, the next minute pouring. That is the beauty of God’s love, right before one’s eyes.

We eventually trailed back to Megan’s room to do homework. We actually got a lot done.

For dinner we each brought something to the table. We had Weight Watchers pizza, pasta, and chicken steaks. A great combination of food, right?

Our friend Casey came to visit for a while. He is a good-hearted guy, from the states. His mom actually went to Saint Mary’s. What a small world?

We all watched The NoteBook. We have been on a movie kick.

After the movie was over, we all actually reflected on the movie, and what true love means in our society and in our lives.

Taylor spent the night in my room again. I am glad that she is able to finally get a good nights sleep—and if that means sleeping in my room, that is totally fine with me.

Today, I experienced amazing peace and silence. As the three of us walked around campus (hoping to study somewhere), the pathways were empty. The sun was slowly fading, beneath the clouds. The gentle breeze reminded me that God was right there with us.

God calls us to different experiences in our lives for specific reasons—He knows exactly what He is doing! God challenges us in ways that may not make sense at the moment, but will later on.

I have seen God mold this journey in Ireland is many ways. He has become more alive than ever. His design of beauty is wherever—no matter what angle of life I am looking at. The lens of His beauty is never foggy.

Dear God, thank you for this journey. Thank you for inspiring each an every day. Furthermore, thank you for allowing me to let go and just enjoy the simplest moments in life. You have molded my journey in ways that I never thought possible. Although this journey has taught me a lot about myself, it has also taught me how to focus more on your will and your calling for my life.