Category Archives: Love

Go, the Mass is Upended

Go, the Mass is ended, secret children no more
Evil works uncovered
As it’s now reported to you.

Go, the Mass is ended,Tuam now tell
the world
These lives undone, the time has come
These children harmed no one.

Go, the Mass is ended, secret children no more
We promise your Mammies loved you
You were always stolen from them.

Go, the Mass is ended, evil of the cloth,
You imprisoned light, from them robbed life
Now Justice must be served.

Go, the Mass is ended, hearts break across our land
Give these women courage
Spread the word, we’re coming for you.

Go, the Mass is ended, leave no stone unturned
This day is yours, unearth that world
Institute of fear now burn.

An Peann

In memory of the almost 800 children found in Tuam. My family’s thoughts are with every woman who was imprisoned in a Mother and Baby home in Ireland during those dark times, my heart breaks for you, you did nothing wrong.
You carried life,sadly life was stolen from you. You were wronged by the hands of evil. Thank you Catherine Corless (Local Historian) for revealing the truth.
For the sisters of no mercy, you never nursed the sick to dying, you murdered them with neglect. Your God is waiting for you.

 

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Love Will Never Leave You Hungry

Mam! I turned quickly when I heard him call.
He waved the shiny wrapped package in the air. He walked out onto the road and handed me the forgotten bread. I squeezed him tightly, kissed his cheek and the top of his head. He went back inside knowing today I would be fed.
It is usually a Mother who feeds a child, today the role reversed and it made my spirit smile. Nine years old already serving nourishment.
It’s comforting to know
That Love Will Never Leave You Hungry.

An Peann
For the son of An Peann, an always giving little spirit. X

Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

Mostly you get exactly what you picked.

The best looking choice in the box can leave a bitter taste in your mouth, so you spit it out, with discretion.

There are so many choices to choose from.
You have your eye on the ones you want.
You watch friends and family pick from the box and think ‘I want to taste what they have tasted’.

You deserve to taste all the delights a good choice can bring.

Remember we all taste things differently, a good choice for one can be catastrophic for another. Choose wisely.

The box of choice will never empty. The top layer may have choices removed over time, those empty spaces can taunt us if we let them or liberate us, we get to choose.

The box of choices is with us everyday. Sometimes we may decide to leave them alone, take no risks, make no choices.

Making few choices can lead us to co dependence. We can lick on the coat tails of other peoples choices, but we will never experience the sweet taste of our own success.

There are layers of choices in the box. You have a lifetime to make your way through them.
Remember your choices are your own, only you have the right to taste them, the power to break them and the reason to forsake them.

Life is like a box of Choices.
Mostly you get exactly what you pick.
Choose well.

An Peann

The Orchestra of Life

There are so many sections to the Orchestra.

The Strings which can pull on our hearts like the people we share our lives with.

Percussion beats the rhythm of life, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

The Wind section plays the soundtrack of emotions. We can feel the intensity of love, life, fear and sadness like the oboe playing over the landscape of our time.

The Ivories of the Grand Piano can tickle our lives with resonance when we hear the score of our hopes played for the first time.

Each person in our life will play a different instrument. A different role. We will love and be loved because we recognise each other’s song.

Not everyone can accompany an Orchestra, there are the rare Songbirds who can.

I have heard one hush a crowded room with her haunting tones.

I have watched her love with a melody in her heart.
I have witnessed the beauty of her harmonies as she has flown through her life’s seasons.

Her laughter as infectious as a catchy song, you cannot help but sing or laugh along.

My Songbird is one of my most precious friends.
She has a voice so beautifully special, her sound was born to be sung.

Her name is Olivia and I will listen to her song until the end.

The Orchestra of Life would sound nothing without you my friend.

Happy Birthday little Songbird.

An Peann
Dedicated to Olivia Luc
Love you. Xxx

A Coat of Vulnerability

I once had the pleasure of hearing Patti Smith perform in London. Only two hundred of us shared a room with her.
I was young and mesmerised.
It was one of those evenings; I banked preciously in my mind.
A night I knew, I wouldn’t forget.

Recently, she was asked to sing at the Nobel Laureate Ceremony, when she was asked to sing the winner hadn’t been announced.
She soon found out Bob Dylan her hero, was the person she would be honouring with song. She decided she would sing Dylan’s ‘A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall.’ A beautifully painful piece.

Hard Rain fell as she sang, the words left her.
Accompanied by a full orchestra in the company of dignitaries and royalty, she had to stop.

‘Sorry, can we start over? I’m so nervous?’

Instead of being another star’s falter, it became poetry in motion. The ultimate illustration of how we can all make mistakes. In a cold world, where people are quick to judge and slow to praise or support each other, Patti wore a Coat of Vulnerability. A delicate outfit worn by a beautiful human being.

Patti a hero of mine, honoured her hero Bob Dylan. Her performance was stunning, more splendid by the stumble.
Sometimes words leave us.
Sometimes people leave us.

We can always find our song again, even when we are nervous.

Mistakes are good, they are the lessons that help us find our way again.

Imagine a world where we could, just start over again?
We live in that world.
Patti wore a coat of Vulnerability, she wore it well.

An Peann

Dedicated to my favourite singer in the world Olivia Luc her lovely husband and beautiful family. They have had their own painful song to struggle through recently, together they have strength and love in their song. Well wishes to you all. Xxx

 

The Worry Bear

They now have a Teddy Bear that children can put their little worries into.
They write down their fears and troubles place them in Teddy’s pockets and he takes them away.

Adults could do with a Bear like that too. Carrying around your worries is back breaking. They weigh down the mind and colour the heart blue.

My Worry Bear was once my Mother. She carried around all her own worries, but she always left room in her pockets for our troubles too.

Although we think people have their own concerns, we should never be afraid to share our fears.
A problem shared shrinks a problem, it’s true.

Be someone’s friend tonight, hold out your arms for a cuddle, let someone know you are listening. Worry Bears come in all shapes and sizes. They are the stuffing that family and friends are made of.

Worry Bear’s are made from the fibres of a caring society.
A Worry Bear always has room in its pockets, for a true Bear’s pockets are lined with love, time and care just for you.

Open your Bear pockets tonight. It costs nothing to help make a worry feel light.
One day you might need a Worry Bear to tell you ‘everything is going to be alright’.

An Peann
Sending Bear Hugs out to everyone in need tonight.