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Word Nerd: Elysian

Elysian is a blissful, divine state of being. Elysian comes from classical Greek Mythology in the form of Elysium or Elysian Fields or the abode of the blessed after death. In this form, Elysian was first used around 1579. Elysian used as an adjective describing a blissful, peaceful state was first used in Shakespeare's Henry… Continue reading Word Nerd: Elysian

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Word Nerd: Anadem

Anadem is a wreath or a garland for the head. Anadem is an archaic word first used around 1598 that derives from the Greek anadēma which is a combination of anadein (to wreath) and ana- +dein (to bind). Anadem is an incredibly rare word in these modern times, though with the popularity of flower crowns… Continue reading Word Nerd: Anadem

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Word Nerd: Vernorexia

Vernorexia is the feeling of romance that comes with the arrival of springtime. Vernorexia is derived from vernal (of or relating to the spring) and -orexia (desire or appetite as specified by the initial element). Vernorexia (pronounced virn-O-rex-se-ya) is a very newly created word so far as I can tell. I stumbled upon it via… Continue reading Word Nerd: Vernorexia

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Word Nerd: Ombrifuge

Ombrifuge is something that provides protection from the rain; specifically an umbrella. Ombrifuge derives from ombro (indicating rain) - and ombro is from the Greek ombros (shower of rain) - and fuge (expelling or dispelling either a specified thing or in a specified way) - and fuge derives from the Latin fugare(cause to flee). Ombrifuge… Continue reading Word Nerd: Ombrifuge

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Word Nerd: Sláinte

Slainte means health in Irish and Scottish Gaelic. Sláinte is derived from the old Irish slán (safe or healthy) and the suffix tu .FYI, slán also means advantageous and can also be linked to the Latin salus (health) and the German selig (blessed), neat, huh?! Sláinte is pronounced like slawn-che and it's most commonly used… Continue reading Word Nerd: Sláinte

Musings and Mutterings

St. Patrick’s Day ~ The Maiden of the Clover Poem

Sweet Colleen, now of the green, a crown of flowers on her brow, dances and plays away in the circle Faerie made. She walked the moors, sang her songs, spoke the language of forgotten tongues. They welcomed her with open arms, delighting in her silken charms. She belonged to them alone, a queen, a very… Continue reading St. Patrick’s Day ~ The Maiden of the Clover Poem