The Cock’s step on the dunkill

My mother, myself and my youngest son were discussing the very slight change in the length of day today. I was saying I better go home soon to lock the hens in though I noticed it was nearly five before they went in yesterday and my mother said:

 “From the 1st of January you notice a change of a cock’s step on the dunkill.”

I laughed and said “I don’t remember you saying that one before” which surprised her as she says she often. said it and heard it lots. She remembers her parents saying it.

“What’s a dunkill?” says my lad.”Well it’s dung hill really” says she but we always say the saying as “dunkill”. “The cock’s step on the dunkill.”It has a nicer ring to it no doubt, more poetic. I thought.

She remembers as a child being told that was how they measured the day getting longer. She asked could they measure it and was told if she wanted to then go out to the dunghill and measure it. I don’t think she did. But that’s about as much as the day gets longer daily from January 1st, about as much as “the cock’s step on the dunkill.” 😉🐓💩 🌞

I wish I was a tree

I wish I was a tree

high in a mountain 

far from interference 

of the human touch.


I wish I was a tree

slowly growing 

deep in the belly

of the warm earth.


I wish I was a tree

stretching roots out, 

down, around, through 

obstacles in my path.


I wish I was a tree

bursting through the soil

to find the light of sun,

moon and stars.

 
I wish I was a tree,

steadily stretching

outwards and upwards,

swaying in the wind.


I wish I was a tree

with parents standing tall

near enough to see

far enough to love.


I wish I was a tree

sending children out

on the wind, to fly, explore

find their space in the world.


I wish I was a tree

watching many saplings grow

sending messages of love

near and never quite that far.


I wish I was a tree

full of creatures running 

up and down, scratching, 

eating, sleeping, living well.


I wish I was a tree

not living in the presence

of malevolent and often worse,

benevolent man.

AGS 27/10/2021

Sleeping Beauty and Climate Change

(Image : Sweet Dreams by Mary Smyth Art, https://www.facebook.com/marysmythlongford/, https://www.behance.net/marysmyth )

What if….. everyone has interpreted Sleeping Beauty wrong and it was about climate change all along? Hear me out, this came on a walk on Brí Leith so it must be true.😂 Midir! 🤔😂

What if Sleeping Beauty walking towards the spinning wheel pricking her finger is all of us sleepwalking into climate change?

What if Maleficent is Capitalism wooing us towards our demise? We know it is wrong, we all do but we want the shiny thing, we believe the lies, we are mesmerised, we are under the spell of sell, sell, sell, buy, buy, buy, take, take, take, profit, profit, profit and it is so strong we can’t fight it.

What if the fairies who change the spell to 100 years sleep instead of death are representatives of nature trying to save the planet? Flora, Fauna and Merryweather….. ahem!

What if 100 years is all it will take to correct the wrongs we did and save the planet and all we need to do is go to sleep… as in “stop”, just “stop”? Stop over farming and let the land rewild, stop over fishing and give the ocean a rest, stop over producing and produce and buy local in small communities, stop over travelling and stay where we are or go in a slower, more environmentally stable manner, stop exploiting nature and people and be a community that cooperates instead of competes. This paragraph could keep going but my train of thought is racing by and I need to catch the next carriage.

What if the briars were a reminder to let Nature do the work and just stay away from her while she does it because you’ll get hurt or maybe dead so just let her enclose you and keep you safe and warm while you “stop”?

Briars regenerate the land.

What if when the 100 years are up we will be fine as long as we all sleep (“stop”) and as long as the right way of being gets through the briars to wake us up and work with us to create a better world for us and our people?

What if they knew this? The Grimm Brothers, in the middle of the century of the industrial revolution and they thought about it and didn’t want others to figure it out…. just yet… so they twisted the tale to make it about women and men and oh dear me, here we go on another century of Patriarchy and more intense Capitalism.

What if they knew? Walt Disney, at the beginning of the age of cinema and wrong messages and people falling asleep in front of a screen, lapping it up as “Gospel”, “The American Dream”, “the innocent child”, ” the evil witch”. There’s only two types of women right? Innocent and waiting to be rescued and led or evil bitches tearing the innocent one to shreds. Nothing to see here, carry on buying and selling and taking and raping the world and her people. Look, there’s a shiny thing! Ignore the message that was just “Stop!”

What if they knew? The 1%, bankers and capitalists all, those who tore at the land that was never theirs and plundered her essence, those that murdered her people with war, famine, slavery, every brutality they could think of because they knew and didn’t care and just keep wanting more for themselves.

What if they know it takes 100 years for her to recover and they’re setting their own up to be on top again to start the ball rolling again while we all walk mesmerised to prick our finger on the spinning wheel and sleep? What if the race to space was just a distraction to stop us looking over there at the real rulers in the banks?

What if all of them are going to be ready to sit it out on the land they are grabbing? They are grabbing more than enough to sustain them and theirs, on their islands they purchased. They will slow down behind their walls of briar and wait for the rest of the planet to recover and instead of saving us all, the people, they’re leaving us outside the walls of their kitchen gardens and hunting grounds to die of famine and war and whatever horrors are to come.

Are we going to be left outside the wall or do we tear it down and create a better way before it is too late? We do know there is only a small kingdom of the few behind the wall right? They’ve no intention of letting us by their dragon no matter how successful we think we are in this imaginary world we live in.

This happened before, it will happen again. Empires fall, leave destruction behind, small groups of people survive and others who have been planning all along for the next “pyramid” scheme begin more brutal than before, each time grabbing more, in the end it is a pyramid scheme within a pyramid scheme within a pyramid scheme and the percentage at the top gets smaller and smaller until eventually it will be one who most likely will declare themselves a god and off we go again… as I did on another train of thought…. for another day, let’s dismantle Cinderella next..

The message Nature is giving is clear to me and to many, we need to stop and let her breathe, give her time without us “doing”, and she will be alright but it is up to us whether we will be. If we don’t stop, she’ll take us down and make us stop, virus, plague, not so merry weather, diseases in the flora and fauna we need to survive. It doesn’t matter, it will happen. This planet needs to live and if we continue to destroy we will be destroyed in the end so just “Stop”.

This is what happens when you walk on Brí Leith with family and the forest trys to take you and yours. 🤔😉 Midir destroys the fairytale on you. ❤💚🌹🦋

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