As the nights began to draw in, I felt low.
A feeling of sadness enveloped me.
The things that would normally lift me up,
just didn't work.
Then I remembered that today, the Celtic new year begins.
The end of the old.
The beginning of the new.
I became willing to let go of the old.
So I took a look at my sadness.
I stopped struggling with my sadness.
I began to feel compassion for my self in this sadness.
I held it lightly.
I remembered Byron Katie's question in The Work.
'Can you find any good reason to hold onto this thought?'
(This thought that is causing pain)
Then I let these thoughts, this struggle, go.
I watched it dance on the waves and disappear.
And I felt the seed of hope within me.
Not an arrogant 'everything will be alright'
but a gentle curiosity 'how could I make this better?'
And I discovered that there are possibilities that my closed down thinking had not allowed.
My beloved simple things.
So today, dear readers may you cease to struggle with thoughts that bring you pain.
May you release them onto the waves.
May you too find peace and hope on our new year's day.
Dagda's Bowl, Tralee, Pic by Martine
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I love my work
Celtic New Year
This small house
Rhythm & Rest poem
The Hidden Self
The Lonely Road
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Letting go is hard
Pick up the phone
Her name was not Magdalene
Do what you love doing!
My small granny
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My invisible brother Michael
I don't want to be Irish anymore
Alone on Valentine's Day
I love my country but I am not blind
Truth no. 2
How we tell the Truth
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Mother's Day is bittersweet
I will not be part of that
No Blacks No Dogs No Irish
Thank you for the days
Baby Marion Howe
My Irish Identity
When my Mam was dying
Violence against women
Take back your power
Draw the line
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