"Guilty guts!' 'Guilty guts'
I woke with this playground taunt in my mind.
I'm not even sure of the context.
But I remember the words...
It bought right into another common phrase of my childhood.
'You ought to be ashamed of your self!'
And so many adults are ashamed of themselves,
ashamed of their needs,
ashamed of their wants,
ashamed of their pain.
Right now there are millions of us operating from low-level guilt.
It is so pervasive that we don't even know we are doing it.
Our guilt is compounded by the voices of 'Everybody' that Martha Beck describes so eloquently in her book Finding your own North Star.
You know ... the voices that say 'You CAN'T DO THAT'
'You are a Mom, a Dad, a wife, a husband,
You have RESPONSIBILITIES!!!!!!'
'You have NO RIGHT to ... (fill in the blanks)
'You CANNOT ...
You MUST NOT ...
You SHOULD give up this mad notion!'
The only problem is that if you listen to EVERYBODY you know that something inside you will die and you will live your life in quiet desperation.
And this is not what Love would have you do.
Love would have you listen to your heart.
Love would have you undo the straitjacket and LIVE.
Love would have you Love your self.
And this is my hope for you today,
that you will Love your precious self.
If my small granny could see me now
An afternoon among the women poem
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