RICHARD BRANSON in SPACE.

It is DISGUSTING, it is GREEDY and ENTITLED. He is in no way assisting science with this like he is pretending, it is just a billionaire rushing to do something before another billionaire does it. THERE SHOULD BE NO BILLIONAIRES There is no reason to have any. Most of their wealth should be seized and redistributed. And the bullshit of he earned it, it is his, should be analysed, how many people were stepped on for him to get where he is? All the human and environmental cost of his spending should also be analysed and he should be taxed for it. Most of the human contribution to this climate crisis has been by a tiny percentage of this world’s population and they should be made change their ways first and foremost before the rest of us are guilttripped about our carbon footprint which was a term invented by the petroleum industry to push it back on the consumer. If the goods and services were made in an ethical and environmentally safe way in the first place then the consumer would not have to be fretting over the plastic content in their shopping trolley because it wouldn’t be there in the first place. If you have billions, if you have millions, if you have hundreds of thousands, you should be using it to help the world not adding to the destruction of it with your mindless consumption that you think you’re entitled to because you are RICH and therefore ENTITLED. What complete and utter BULLSHIT! The Planet is Dying! Millions of people are in warzones, living under oppression, dying of hunger. Species are going extinct at a rapid rate. Our seas, rivers and lakes are polluted. Our soil is overworked and depleted of nutrients. We are in the middle of a biodiversity and climate crisis. We are where we are because of a few selfish pricks wanting to piss their money against the wind for a laugh and short spurts of adrenaline while ordinary people are trying their best to do the right thing. Imagine having all the money in the world and thinking I’m off to space before the other rich guys get to and sending videos down to us all telling us our dying planet is beautiful and when he was a boy he used to dream. You know what should go extinct! BILLIONAIRES!

Celebrate the Hawthorn, make it our national flowering tree!

Longford is wild and beautiful. Have you ever noticed?


Living in the middle of it sometimes we forget. I like to admire it in the quietness when letting my dinosaurs loose in the early morning. By dinosaurs I mean chickens but that is how wild and wonderful Longford is, she takes you right back if you’ll let her.

Back to when time began and the world was young and full of hope.
If you stay still enough you might even see through the veil of this time and into all that ages that went before us in the very spot we stand. People populated Longford very early on, the county is covered in raths, dolmens and ancient burial grounds.

Sometime I think “I see dead people”, or maybe otherworldly ones. Either way they’re not frightening, they just are. 

Often it takes someone from outside the county to show us how wonderful it is. Only at the weekend two young Galway men told us they never “saw so much nature”.

Yes, I did say from Galway! Galway, the place everyone thinks is the wild west, the place we all go to to be with nature yet two of her natives think we live in the “greenest” place they’ve ever seen, full of trees and birds and teeming with life. Who knew?


Well we knew. We always knew, that’s why despite all the leaving behind of successive governments and taking the piss of us by mostly exLongford people in Dublin and other “cosmopolitan” concrete cages we like to stay here among the trees, lakes and stories. The pisstakers doth protest too much me thinks.


Truly they just miss it, they just don’t realise it.

Not to worry, Fuamnach might brew up a storm to bring them home.
The Galway visitors admired our wild garden teeming with insects and birds and I smiled to myself thinking “Why thank you, that took years of not mowing”. Neglect some might say, perhaps that’s why Longford is so lovely, neglect.

 
Neglect has left our land wild and perhaps our people with it. Maybe, after all, that has been a good thing, though those who neglected us never intended a good result. In their plan to “leave us behind” they’ve left us in a little piece of heaven.


Neglect has left Longford with one of the lowest income per capita, that neglect has left us resilient and creative.

 
Neglect has left Longford with a mixing pot of nations all struggling together, that neglect has left us open to learning from and accepting of others. 


Neglect has left us as a community.

Neglect has left us resilient, proud and wild just like our land.

Wild and wonderful Longford, has an opportunity to lead the rest of the country in how to let the wilderness live side by side with us in harmony and so protect nature and the future of our children.

 
Will we do it? or will we let the monster that is industrial farming and poisoning of our waters and land encroach more and more as it has throughout the rest of this artificially green land of Ireland?

 
Will we lead by example by continuing to protecting through neglect? That is how we protect nature, we neglect to develop her land and then she flourishes.

 
Only this week we’ve been admiring our Hawthorn whose blooms are quite spectacular this year. Longford people have been whispering to each other how wonderfully pretty she is.
Why don’t we celebrate her as a nation like Japan celebrated the cherry blossom? I asked. A local legend, Michael Masterson replied that maybe Longford could lead in that. 


Wouldn’t that be a nice little step in celebrating our wildness? Let’s start celebrating Longford by celebrating the Fairy Tree, that is the Hawthorn. It would make Midir Proud. Sign the petition here: 

https://my.uplift.ie/petitions/celebrate-the-hawthorn-make-it-our-national-flowering-tree

 

Our lone hawthorns and hedgerows are disappearing at a fierce rate along with a lot of our Heritage and Biodiversity. If we turn a light on the beauty of the Hawthorn we might help turn this around.

The Fairy Tree : https://youtu.be/4zIWizf_FOg
Centre of the Universe (Another word for Longford, in case you didn’t know!) : https://anngeretysmyth.com/2020/05/21/centre-of-the-universe/

They were just children

They were just children who happened to be born on the wrong side of a wall that should never have been built.

They were just children
who will never laugh or smile because of greed and hate while we just watch it all unfold.

They were just children
like mine and yours
wirh dreams and hopes all torn, tattered with their bloody clothes.

They were just children
snuffed out for what? while everyone turns their backs on broken hearted mothers.

They were just children, just children of this world abandoned by us all and left to die in agony and pain. Just children.

When will it all stop?

My baby girl cried herself to sleep last night. I held her as she spoke of all her fears and her observations of the the world we live in.

She sobbed as she talked of how we are killing each other and the world and kept asking

“What is wrong with us?”

She talked of how we hurt each other, animals, the rivers land and sea, the very air we breathe, the little babies dying, she talked of all the hunger in the greed.

“When will it all stop?”

“Will it only end when humans have destroyed everything and everyone? The world must hate us so much. We hurt her so much. She is in so much pain. It hurts so much.”

Her sob hurt me.

“This is why God doesn’t answer any prayers anymore, because we are just horrible.”

I held her tighter.

I let her download all her fears, her thoughts onto my shoulder which is already aching from the weight of all my other babies’ fears and mine.

She spoke and sobbed for over half an hour of her short 9 year old life. She spoke of all the horrors of the world that I didn’t even know she knew about.

I whispered to her of the things we must be grateful for. I talked of flowers and the chicks, our demon cat and loyal dog who snored at our feet. Our family, the sun, the moon, the stars, the perfume of our roses, the tiny things living in the garden, ice-cream, stories of leprechauns and fairies.

“I want to meet a fairy. We probably killed them too along with unicorns and dragons. We probably killed them all. Why can’t our leprechaun do something? He wants to do good, he sees it all too, but his hands are tied, they don’t let him, they won’t let him do the good he wants to do!”

I didn’t know who she spoke of and then I realised she meant our president. “Don’t call him that, that’s not nice he wouldn’t like that.”

“How do you know? He really is a Leprechaun, he’s where he is to do something about it. He really wants to help, but his hands are tiny” She looked down at her own.

I let that be. She needs some magic, we all do and if thinking he’s a Leprechaun who might do something with his tiny hands then…I let it be.

I told her there are so many good people in the world, that the good outweigh the bad, there are more of us, all the while wondering was I right…

Today I saw a tweet about babies washed up on the beach because their families were trying to get them out of the hell they were living in and bring them somewhere safe but the somewhere safe didn’t want them so the babies drowned and I don’t think I was right…

Why did that not stop the last time we saw a baby washed up on the beach? Was the image of him in his red and blue not enough?

Why are there more?

“What is wrong with us?”

I think my baby girl who sobbed herself to sleep is right and I don’t know how to make it better. My heart is broken.

“When will it all stop?” 💔

Imagine if…

Imagine if…..


Imagine if instead of greedily

gobbling up all before them

the dogs in our manger

had shared.


Imagine if instead of indifferently

watching unnecessary deaths

from ivory towers

they cared.

Imagine if instead of callously

abusing the power we gave

to the men in their suits

they led.


Imagine if instead of mindlessly

destroying all in their path

the stampede of cattle

had paused.

Imagine a world we very nearly saw

the glimmer of hope we almost felt

when our voices were heard

when we stood side by side

on the edge of their reason

before we sneezed and

then we coughed

so they woke up

to tie a noose

even tighter

around our

necks.


Imagine if…… 

AGS 220521

Admiring Midir (A fairytale retold)

(Image – statue of Midir and Etain by Éamon O’Doherty at Ardagh Heritage and Creativity Centre)

(Story written for Midir and Etain Anthology, digital copy available here: https://www.creativeardaghcraftshop.com/shop/p/midirandetaindigital?rq=midir%20and%20Etain%20anthology%20)

Here and now and there and then, there lived a man who never lived, under the mountain that is just a hill but a mountain none the less to those who have none.

This man was and is and will be, a magical man, a mystical creature of fabulous beauty with flashing bright eyes that transform from deep dark pools of murky brown to clear shining lakes of crystal blue. 

He was and is and will be, of magnificent stature, not quite a man and not quite a God. He stands tall amongst mortals, small amongst Deities, yet holds his own with them all.

His hair is a mane of glossy gold silk, his skin glows brightly with light from within. A fine man, was, is and will be he or so he thought and thinks and will think. And perhaps so do we.

When he loved and was loved, this God of a man and man of a God, life was young, new, strange and unknown. The rules that we know were not written, nor spoken and nothing surprised, yet everything did. He ruled over many with a kind heart, cared for his people as father to child.

He loved and was loved and was married in bliss, then he spied a young beauty that send him adrift.

What a vision she was this young girl that he spied. She had long golden hair and snow white skin, ruby lips and green emerald eyes. Her limbs were those of a dancer.

Long and elegant she flowed as she moved o’er the hills and down to the stream where she washed her glistening threads of gold with porcelain hands.

What more could you want?

She sang as she washed, an enchanting tune, not seeing this man nor noticing how he was falling for her. As she sang her light shone and he drifted towards her as a moth in the night to a flame that will burn.

When he came to her side she was startled and shy but his beauty is hard to resist. He stared in her eyes and in no time at all she agreed to be wed to a man she just met!

They came back to his palace upon his white horse. His wife was not pleased but what could she do, this was time with no rules of her man who just ruled. Her husband was powerful, much loved by all. She could do nothing a while, only stall, but she soon had enough and jealousy struck.She transformed the young sprite to a puddle of muck.

The girl changed yet again in front of her eyes and became a beautiful butterfly. She fluttered around for a time……. Quite a while.

She was reborn again as a mortal child and grew, happy and unaware of her past. He found her but lost her again and again and many were lost because of his deeds. An interesting road appeared in a bog leading nowhere and everywhere, all just for love. Our times came fast and his kind hid below, under the mountain, or hill, what you will. Perhaps we smell.

That’s a short version of a tale, of love and romance with foolishness playing its part. A story with twists and turns and intrigue, many of which I have left for you to explore, be inspired and create many more. Google Midir, Étain, Celtic love, Brí Leith, Sidhe. It is there as everything is and each version changes much like the wind.

And they all lived happily ever after……..

THE END

AGS 2015