Mary Oliver, the American poet wrote
'You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves. [...]'
In these few short words she opens up the possibility of another kind of life;
a life which is not ruled by the need to be good,
a life in which you can forgive your self for mistakes made,
a life in which you allow your self to know what it is you truly love.
If only for a minute, allow your self the luxury of imagining such a life!
What does it look like?
What does it sound like?
Who is in this one precious life of yours?
What do you spend your days doing?
Just for a moment hold back the avalanche of shoulds, musts and ought to's,
and make a note of what you see.
Then look at your life with new eyes,
and take one small step,
in the direction of your dreams.
More about Being 'Good'
Timothy Sheehan was born in Oyster Hall, Tralee, Co. Kerry in 1904. He was the youngest of eight siblings.
Martin born 1887
Annie/Joan born 1887
John born 1889
Patrick born 1892
Mary born 1894
Catherine/Katie born 1896
and Bridget born 1899 (according to the Catholic baptismal records.)
His parents Timothy/Thade and Bridget Gallivan of Fenit married in 1886.
Timothy Senior was described as the Assistant Harbour Master Fenit in the 1901 census. Boarding in the house were four fish merchants
William A. Kelly
Albert C. Harlock
Leonard P. Fenner
and Johannah Foley, servant.
In the 1911 census, Timothy Senior is described as a general labourer. Now I am busy with the question what happened in those ten years?
I never knew that my grandfather had any siblings but shortly before he died, he told me that two of his brothers went to America. I wonder what happened to them.
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