Ok I know it's not Winter but the weather fairies don't seem to know that!
Outside my window, it is cold and wet and 'orrible.
As I sat and watched the rain, I was reminded of this song and the words it contains "farewell to the old.' And that's what I've been doing over the last few days, saying farewell to the old.
Most especially I have been saying goodbye to some old ways of thinking.
I grew up in a world where every new idea was met with 'you can't do that!'
Well, I'll tell you now, I am so tired of that.
I am so tired of that, I could just SCREAM.
In fact I just did!
I LOVE the question 'how could I do that?'
I think this is why I enjoy the company of Irish Americans so much.
I find them so optimistic, so full of 'get up and go.'
(I guess this is not so surprising when I remember they are the descendants of Irish people who got up and went!)
So wherever you are in the world, whether the sun is shining on you or not, just think of all you could achieve if you stop telling yourself 'oh you can't do that!'
Join me now and instead say 'Farewell to the old!'
Apologies to the few who do comment on the blog, after a spate of spammers I have had to bring comments under review before posting. But don't let that stop you please!
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Growing up in a white world
When people say genealogy is boring
Anger and Truth
Where do you come from?
The House on an Irish Hillside book review
Mammies for Mariage Equality
Aw go on, say YES
Homeless in Ireland
When wide sky opens poem
I love my work
Celtic New Year
This small house
Rhythm & Rest poem
The Hidden Self
The Lonely Road
Kerry Pride 2013
Letting the Light in after Loss
Letting go is hard
Pick up the phone
Her name was not Magdalene
Do what you love doing!
My small granny
Praise the child and boil the dishcloths
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
From Clare to here
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
My small granny and other stories