Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Yes I know it’s the day after but I just can’t help myself!

I hope you made smart choices while celebrating, but even if you didn’t I pray you at least had some fun!

And what better (non alcoholic) way to celebrate a day when everyone is Irish than with some choice words from one W.B. Yeats?

Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn,

Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;

Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight,

Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.

Your mother Eire is always young,

Dew ever shining and twilight grey;

Though hope fall from you and love decay,

Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue.

Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill

For there the mystical brotherhood

Of sun and moon and hollow and wood

And river and stream work out their will;

And God stands winding His lonely horn,

And time and the world are ever in flight;

And love is less kind than the grey twilight

And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn

- Into The Twilight

Or, if you’re not into poetry, allow me to summarize into the vernacular. Ahem: “Erin Go Bragh, Bitch!”