#boreen

I live in a top floor apartment in a city, so I’m constantly wondering how on earth I will own a Georgian house in the countryside (naturally).

So I made this to soothe my longing. I enjoyed building it so much.I wanted to set it as if it was amongst fields and hedgerows and ditches, inspired by the boreens I grew up walking down. Boreen is from the Irish word “bóithrín”, meaning little road basically.

These are just a couple views of that Georgian house’s environs. (previous post) 

I wish I had land to farm and cultivate. I believe hard, physical labour, that connects us to the earth, is insurmountable in its benefit to our mental health. 

Oh to have a garden! Living four stories up with no connection to the earth and with no view of anything except half thought out buildings is NO FUN! So I’ve stuffed as many houseplants in this little flat as possible. But still, I’d like to have my knees on the earth and my hands in the soil.

“To know fully even one field or one land is a lifetime’s experience. In the world of poetic experience it is depth that counts, not width. A gap in a hedge, a smooth rock surfacing a narrow lane, a view of a woody meadow, the stream at the junction of four small fields - these are as much as one man can fully experience.”

Abby Boreen scored twice and Emerance Maschmeyer made 28 saves to lead the Vancouver Goldeneyes past the New York Sirens 4-0 for their second win of the season Saturday. Jenn Gardiner had a goal and an assist, while Ashton Bell also scored for Vancouver (1-1-0-3). Sophie Jacques provided two assists, and Maschmeyer logged the teamâ€s first shutout in franchise history. New York (2-0-0-3) was shut…

THERE are grottos in Wicklow, and groves in Kildare, And the loveliest glens robed with shamrock in Clare, And in fairy Killarney ’tis easy to find Sweet retreats where a swain can unburden his mind; But of all the dear spots in our emerald isle, Where verdure and sunshine crown life with a smile, There’s one boreen I love, for ’twas there I confess I first met my fate, — what it was…

TUNES // Boreen - Myers Briggs Myers-Briggs captures that amorphous post-college moment when the tracks run out on the train that for some two decades had reliably carried your regularly scheduled life to its ticketed destination. All proceeds from the song go to Occupy ICE Portland.

Post by Misha

Today I went to visit and deliver some cooking supplies to the LA Against ICE encampment in front of the detention center in downtown LA where dozens of people have been camped out for weeks in protest of Trump’s No Tolerance policy separating and detaining immigrant families at the border.

The people I met were dedicated and inspiring, but they were also tired, sweaty, and wearing…