A view of a landscape and imposing feature beckons,
Exhilaration and building excitement as donning the gear,
We embark onto the path and ascent as reckons,
Pace and Heart rate increases as we surge ahead as we peer,
Quiet words of encouragement remembering our past,
The ground throws up its features as we grimace,
Keep going forward, traversing, jumping, moving fast,
We reach the end glancing back marvelling at our path of endurance.......
We don't always get what we want and that's ok. When I woke up and checked for good weather, I was in the mood to go hiking. Sadly the weather had other plans, but instead I went on the most beautiful roadtrip and pulled over for roadside views like this.
Making the most out of every situation and enjoying life. That's what is most important. Happy fri-yay everyone!
That ridiculous #medbikini study got me like 🤬🤯🥵😳😡🤔🤮👽😩
The truth of the matter is EVEN IF I WEAR A BIKINI THEN POST IT IN MY SOCIAL MEDIA ACCOUNTS, IT WON’T CHANGE HOW I PROVIDE A TENDER, LOVING and PROFESSIONAL CARE TO MY PATIENTS (of course, in my scrubs!!!) Stop the BS.
A view across the Co.Antrim countryside towards Slemish Mountain as the sun was trying to break though earlier today.
Slemish Mountain, the legendary first known Irish home of Saint Patrick, is located in County Antrim. The mountain rises about 1500 feet (437 metres) above the surrounding plain, and it is actually the central core of an extinct volcano.
According to legend, following his capture and being brought as a slave to Ireland, Patrick worked as a shepherd at Slemish Mountain for about six years, from ages 16 through 22, for a man named Milchu (or Miluic). It was during this time that Patrick turned to frequent prayer as his only consolation in his loneliness. In a vision he was encouraged to escape and return home.
He did, became a priest and returned to Ireland, allegedly to convert his old master.