and cast it upon the sod,
but 'twill take root and flourish still,
though underfoot 'tis trod.
My grandfather used to sing me this song. Although much of this ditty is not exactly child-friendly (lots of hanging), I always sensed he was trying to impart to me something crucial about our heritage. This morning, singing this verse in the shower, the message truly clicked. I have faith that no matter how difficult things get, something in my genetic composition will kick in and enable me to not just survive, but to flourish. [title translation] A Saint Patrick's Day Blessing Upon You.
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