Category Archives: Ulysses

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


If Only, James…

If only, I could see the real look on your face, as I turn onto the street, which is now yours to command.

People from other lands stand proudly by your side, smiling so your unmovable image can be captured with theirs. Still images, now digital, forever hold.

What words would you use today, if you could see the couple kissing under the Bed and Breakfast of Number Seven; smooching, next to the couple lying asleep on Dublin’s pavement floor? The building looks as though it has not changed a day since you left, yet your city is now haunted by the modern ghost.

If only, you could stand down James, to walk these streets in your cast bronze coat, I could tell you how your stream of consciousness now runs through the veins of your country men and women, how students in their hot University Halls, write furiously to decipher the paralysis of your tones. Lost in Marino, borrowing from your genius to cultivate their own.
If only, you could see inside the green and white birds of shame which fly above your head, you would see how people still must flee, the Irish family branch continues to stretch across many a sea, the price of success, never free.
If only, you were here today James, what would you say?

How would you describe your Dublin in Bloom this day?
An Peann
Happy Bloomsday…

Remembering today Mr James Joyce


‘If Socrates leaves his house today he will find the sage seated on his doorstep. If Judas go forth tonight it is to Judas his steps will tend.’ Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-law. But always meeting ourselves.’
James Joyce, Ulysses