Ireland 2009 happy ending and given

epilogue the happy ending

There is however a happy ending to the struggle.
As I left Denis I had given him a US dollar check for his advances telling him to cash it when the exchange was favorable.
He said nothing but tucked it away in his wallet and we parted in front of the Ilac on Henry St.
He for O Connell Station and myself for the computer inside the library there.

The check he sent out to my kid Tim with a letter saying he could not accept any payment from me and these advances had been from himself to me,
that my trip was safe and enjoyable.

Tim ws trying to send him money but I sent Tim an email as displayed here explaining the joy.

Here we have this old man grandfather and Aire and this young innocent boy grandson not yet subdued and surrendered to conformity.
Both reacting in an Old Irish Way like the princes they really are and putting to shame the entire crowd of obstruction to life.
Birds of Prey.
Birds of distruction.
Birds of screeching and greed.

Here replaced by a light from the past and a lite to the future an old man and a young boy going on together amid the fray.
And these the sharing of the secret garden of Life.

To Tim

I am in recipt the check from you and cousin d. and am overjoyed to see the old gaelic order still runing smoothy as it did before the english and the french and the vikings and the tourists and the armys of starving nationals from eastern europe and india and china.

This was what the old chiefs would have done and the old man came through just as naturally as did the young boy grandson with the ceide mile failte on my arrival.

True gentleman of the gael.

Of course I am just dying to copy this out and send of to the republican government and the us embassy tower of babylon but it would be over both their heads anyway why waste my time.

It would be an insult to refuse the chiefs offer so we must accept graciously.
As I was not able to find the names on the stone on the grave of sarah, tom and their ancestors I was hoping we could afford a little brass plaques to attach up there so these people are not lost entirely to the modern generations wars and tragic dead so this might be a good spot to invest this money in future and denis has already put his tithe to the dead in the hat.

Now the problem will be to get a few bucks out of the rest of them decended from.

Probaly a nice fall operation as all are busy right now entertaining sons and daughters putting in crops playing sports or fixing the home up that can not be done later in the year.

The old tara feis and law sessions were held in the fall from November 1 till 15th December when the weather called everyone back indoors.

So Denis knows he is always welcome at our places humble as they may be as he is family and worthy to be chief of the clann.

The old order did not just give the chieftainship or the kingship of rule to the eldest son like the english do which has produced some of its bad rulers but to the most qualified of the derbfine group.
A bad prince was not chosen but a prince who was able to rule and respected by the group ,the tribe and the clann.
They elected him like we elect our leader today.
A sure democracy there on the little green island and faireness truth and justice were honored as well as generosity in the 'aire' the chief.

Stangers went to the chief when they came.
The people did the chifs bidding and followed his provisions and all worked out quite well there.
No fighting No starvation No landless homeless person No lack of freedom within and down it came with great music to lament it. To bad.

So any vestages of this old system are welcome among the people decendant from it.
Also this return will be the end ,the criochnu, of the epiloge when get it written of the journey in from jfk to chicago to indy which I thought would end with the black meanness there but no it will end with the descent of grandfather and grandson carrying on without disruptions something deeper than mere euros or mere survival.
A culture and a soul ending to the Ectra mna na Finliata
do you have the

http://ireland2009ectramnanafinnliata.blogspot.com

got a good start on it and typing it up as I struggle through my hand of 2 months ago.

Good you sent this on and dont worry about denis he knows what he is doing.

Oh cathy said cara has no internet access up there at camp so she cant send me an email very well tell her can I have her cell number so can call her
whenever during her stay and is she still going with john lewis?
they need to work more at staying in touch all the grandkids do.

your mother

judi donnelly
copyright 16 june 2009




A Given

Life is given with a struggle
It skims and blossoms and wiggles forth
From nothing but love.

Nothing becomes something
Takes a form takes a shape
Materialized a spirit
A fog of reality and touchability.

Stuggles into being ,becoming survival
And that the Shee
TheSpirit of a movement and a magnatism hardly seeable Hardly felt.

Fleeting Real A Mist
A stroke of something on a landscape
Moving ,Wriggling ,Blossoming Skimming out of Nothing But love.

A feeling ,a desire, an input to an idea
A trilling stream like dainty water.
Becoming at last a great surge of waterfall keening over rock
That being
That creator
That life going on as though forever.

But wait!
One moment ,one breeze one stroke and life is gone

Suddenly with out warning without struggle
It is taken and becomes again Nothing

A spirit without form without fog or mist
Without sound or motion and love becomes a tear

A sorrow for a moment
Life is gone

But only a Moment on the canvas
When again with stuggle, with love
Life is given
Skimming blossoming Wiggling forth from Nothing But Love.

Judi Donnelly
copyright
3 july 2009