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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.

Thanks for clicking in… such as it is .. your most welcomed.

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!!

I’ve been late… and I’ve been early…..

I’ve had my head chewed off from other peoples’ fears and I’ve been patted on the back from unknown sources.

The dream world sends me pictures of joyful funerals and stadium conversations where I’m sharing my views with thousands as easily as  I would share a joke over a kebab.

I think I have so much change in my purse and  I can purchase such and such a thing yet when I go to buy I suddenly put aside an item and realize that I have exactly that amount in hand- no more no less.

Everyone speaks about time… there seems to be more space between it.

I feel high… without the smell. ….. I’ve gained a ton of weight.. (over night no doubt)

The novel is still writing itself…the computer isn’t acting like a two year old….and Declan the cat has become most lovable.

How can it get any better than this …?!

Can’t wait for 11:11:11

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always ,

eileen

my current Sick Friend is Harper Andy Gowan… and man… is he sick……… look at him… doesn’t he look sick there…  he is… this is the last summer gig he did with his BAD KNEE and he’s not happy… not at all    

so… I’m asking that everybody who reads this piece gives a good thought toward one of the best Harpers in Ireland.. he can’t get it looked at till December ( that’s the Irish Health System for you) and he’s really and truly in deep pain.

Talk ‘n’ Strings   is our site on the old facebook and we have a few videos of us that I can’t seem to upload on this site at this time… nevertheless…. take a look and have a laugh and a listen and for pity’s sake… think of the Harper…..

thank you from the bottom of my harpstrings heart

cheers for clicking in

always eileen

Novemeber.

I take off a light pair of shoes and put on a hidden pair of boots. I wake in the dark.

We all do this. Waking in the dark when November comes round. Okay so its’ not a big deal.

Except that it is…it always is a big deal to me these first few weeks of November. I feel as if I’ve been invited to something that only I can witness and that makes me get up before the dawn, listen to the dark wind, peer through the dark morning sky and have all my thoughts, my delights, fears and astonishment’s laid out in front of my eyes before the rest of the world wakes.

Here in the very beginning of November is a moment for the unknown to make known.

A velvet recap of the past seasons, the summer’s delight; the spring’s promise ; the winter’s stirring. And now, here in autumn’s harvest.

What have I learnt?

Divine my dears………………..it is all Divine……………..my will……………..our will………………..

Divine Will………………………………………………..

7:08 am… it takes me seemingly, hours to write a a thing on this blog or .. practically anything anywhere… so I am not so surprised that I have been sitting in front of my ancient, aging machine for 40 minutes and have only these few lines.

I follow the Mayan calendar as many do. Beginning in 2007 I discovered a few websites that I could understand and through the years my particular spirtiual assistance’s ( Buddha’s Little Helpers in a mild sort of way)  have opened my ears and my stretched my limbs, shook my dreams and widened my Heart.

when I go away to concentrate on this work, be it to the out skirts of the city of Killkenny or  shore line of Sligo I always feels as if I have come home. The work is so quiet so muscular  so privately compassionate-when the weekend is finished I am standing tall in my skin  and my skin glows and…. I like myself again.

…..And I adore the Divine which is Me

www.sacredplay.info/

The link is John Graham’s writing and the outlines for the  weekend works.

good clean fun… if you like that sort of thing

And for those unable to be in Ireland ( mores the pity , we miss you ) here’s a few other links I enjoy and learn from on a daily basis… you can listen to Lisa Starr’s daily podcasts on…http://resonanttruth.com/

and of course….straight from Mexico   Tracey Gendron has a many delightful pages of fascinating topics covering everything from the Mayan Calendar to fasting, to dreams and cooking…http://www.astrodreamadvisor.com/

There ye have it…Thanks for clicking in.

see ye around,

always, eileen

It’s entitled “The Painter’s Cupboard” (1769)

by Antonio Perez De Aguilar

It became  a visual portrait of my life.

instruments, hard covered books and paint brushes on the top shelf

a model or doll in a basket

rolled paper, a note book

two silver plates and two rolls of bread

a used plate

and a decorated plate

one up turned water glass

two wine glasses

one wine glass empty

and waiting

one wine glass full

and waiting.

The cupboard is locked

the key is its cradle

I’ve looked at this painting for seven years running

my life has become this painting

200 years old and counting.

But now,

I have been asked to open the door

to fill the empty wine glass

and have a toast.

To my ghosts.

To the props  of my life.

To the one who came back

blowing  dust from my shelves

bringing love to my life.

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always

eileen