Don’t we all feel just like a tulip sometimes?

                                           Not completely unfurled

but definitively showing potential

even if crowed and struggling to be true .. to yourself.. your kind….your destiny

..or your demise

chin up… me petals…..and back to the bulb

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always ,

eileen

Finding ourselves in the winds of change, the winds of spring/summer,

the breezes of new-time, the breeze of yesterday whispering past our hair,

a hello and a goodbye and  ”I’ll always be here”.

whoosh………………..    and they’re gone.

Dog-Brother-Father-Auntie-Friend and Lover……………………….Much joy within the month…. and tears, sighs and a look skyward ….towards the ever-moving.

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always eileen

There’s  new breath in the wind.

There’s  new breath in the wind.

A moon moving by minutes.  A tea cup without stain.

Skin like crystals.

Skin like seeds.

breaking. forgiving.rolling.sighing.

There’s  new breath in the wind.

There’s  new breath in the wind.

There’s  new breath in the wind.

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always,

eileen

It did didn’t it!!!!! Without too much fuss or bother we slide in to April. I use to hold dear that opening line of T.S.Eliot’s ‘April is the cruelest month’… but ya know… I’ve changed my tune. April’s alright… in fact , it’s one the best months of the Georgian calendar . Here in Ireland its a popping green like the brightest light. And it smells so sweet, so clear. Even the rain has a flavour of newness. Yup I’m all for April…..

Meanwhile… here’s a few pictures of March in old Drumshanbo

and here’s a inside shot….

……what was I thinking…….

a painted rock in the sun

… These shots were taken in Sligo at the Benwisken Centre. The garden was damp with dew and the grass was springy.

I was there at the final workshop sponsored by Helium  which is a arts/ health organisation . A fascinating time  was had by all. We shared our experiences working in the health sector- some of us were artists , others were the day to day workers in the field. We were partnered earlier last year to develop a relationship were we exchanged ideas and information about approaches to working with autistic clients. A highly charged exchange was had. Most illuminating.

………long shadows early in the day….. just like March.

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always eileen

For all your Irish needs

( and all great sing song stomping grooves)

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 I adore the National School in Drumshanbo- the kids are great fun. We come up with tons of songs together. Most times all they do is laugh at me and most times all i do is sing at them !

Last week i was walking through the school and saw a student who always makes me laugh. She’s the Bin Girl. ….. now… every child gets a chance or has a duty to be the Bin Girl or Bin Boy, but this particular person carries her job like a warrior. Everytime I see her I sing this little song … “Bin Girl Bin Girl.. nananananana”   I’ve been singing it for years……….It occured to me that this is her last year at the Natioanl School and next year she’s in Secondary so……………

….. a few more words floated into my head and last week we recorded the song……..in Mrs McLaughlin’s 6th Class

I’m almost finished the video……….. stayed turned for…………

“BIN GIRL>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>NANANANANANANNA”

Ever had one of those days when all you want to is curl up in … a curtain?

Ask my Declan. He’s a whiz at finding the right material for that certain cozy nap cats exell at. I too long to wrap myself in red velvet and snooze on a sunny window ledge…but where would I find one that big enough?

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always

eileen

Where I walk by still waters

Wrestling with a future unknown

Uneasy but unwavering

Knowing full well there’s little piont in alone.

Two things are needed

An anchor and a rope.

Here’s to the New Year.

Here’s to Hope.

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always eileen

Weather in the Northwest is much like it is everywhere.. wet, windy raining.  Perfect for very late rising and very deep sleeping.

If I could sleep.

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always

eileen

i know i know.. it’s been awhile. What kind of excuse or explaination can I give except that I’m full of the joys of life, which is good.. no bother there… and I’m experiencing love in all its’ glory.. that’s got to be good as well…though, ya know..this year, love really took me by surprise. I had held back for so long ( and for good reasons, too.. fear being number one.. and incompatibility being a close second.. anyway) Now I’m here in its lap and well..

I’m lapping it up…

And there is much afoot with yours truly…. Still fighting the good fight ( jaysus if there is such a thing- often I’m lead to believe that the good fight is with myself.. ( read:EGO) nevertheless, I can with much conviction state that.. I’m winning! (read: EGO)

Life in auld Drumshanbo is sweet as ever a sweet could be. There was no snow this Christmas and a fantastic turn out to the annual Santa Underground at the Agrina Mining Experience where i put on a brave face ( read:HANDS) and took my talents back to puppet-land.

I thoroughly enjoyed myself there… Oh I do love the puppets.. I do like it indeed … candy for the middle aged. So much so, I’ve requested an audition with the Belfast Jim Henson Company

( can’t remember their name.. Sixteen.. something.. – a jeez , ya know me mind… with any luck I’ll get a gig  before they read my blog ).. and so wouldn’t that be a a delightful road to take.Nothing like work!  Puppets for ME.

Now speaking of roads there a slight but very probable possibility that I’ll be winging my way to Bali in the up-coming future to play at the biggest and loudest night club with my newly formed, but ancient strands of brilliant musicians from lovely Leitrim ….

( we be called The MAD ROVERS and why not..) Mind you, its all talk at this point,

however if ye have a little faith, a small wish or a sacrifice to the Gigging Gods, we’ll be singing in the St Patrick in a hotter climate yet!

My writing is going well.. yah yah you say.. eileen its been going well for years.. but where’s

DA BOOK???

I have it.. well very close.. sure that point is , that I’m really enjoying writing this and oh we’re so close to the end of the first book ( !)  (hahah)…like…. oh you don’t know. And seeing as there hasn’t been any publishing deals screaming at my front door to have this little gem of a read…well be-god.. I’m taking my time.. I’m not doing anything else anyway.  It’s great waking up thinking about the these character and the story and whats’ HAPPENING now. I’d give you a sample but I have this very fragile computer that’s older that some children I’m best friends with and we- she  just doesn’t have the memory to download anything at the moment. Which is why I don’t have a cool picture up at the start of this much belated post.

anyway… ……………….we go on……………..I’ve hung up my teaching boots…………..  . hard.. oh.. you don’t know hard till you walk away from your bread and butter ,  your spice of life and the profound blessing that come with working with the Extraordinary Needs.  Still something has to move to let more come through.

And that… dear readers  ( all four or five of you..! I think.. I dunno.. I still can’t fiquire out how to check who clicks on to this. if it wasn’t for Toni at TanDao in New York ( soorry my dear  couldn’t link you this time.. darn machine.. uhhh blessed machine !) I wouldn’t have the foggiest notion who actually read this, except for the spam I get  ( and thank you  but no thank you )

October seems miles away. There has been a great amount of forward progress in my patterns of living. A huge hello to the group that marked the end of the Mayan calender in Killkenny. My feet have only recently recovered. My higher self continues to sit outside the top step  ya know what I mean)

Now.. as for my seasonal hangover… well why stop here?  Ok I’ll tell you why.. I have to go the a New Year’s Eve eve party with my bioyfriend.. (yuck yuck yuck- oh gad… hope his sister doesn’t read this)  ah shure fuck.. its all good. And I have devilled eggs to create.

ZOOOOOOOOOOOOO

look .. I’m off

bless you……..BLESS US ALL

THANKS FOR CLICKING IN

ALWAYS eileen

here’s hoping this gets posted!!