Inspiring Trans Heroines

Inspiring Trans Heroines

From my journal today came three hugely inspiring heroines – thank you for having the courage to be you! It’s your greatest gift to the World! It’s not about being right, or wrong for that matter, – it’s about being you! Col. Bree Fram Apayauq Reitan Alana Watchowski (and her sister) Journal – Petrafied – 20240110 – happiness is an inside job She’d be 100 today! Ma! I miss her but at some level I know I’m blocked – my…

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What is Joy for me?

What is Joy for me?

For me, joy is something I tend to take for granted until it’s gone and then I start looking for it by asking questions like what is joy for me? Joy for me is when I fall into my heart! When I fall in love with Love! And here’s the good news, I always fall in Love, when I have the courage to speak my Truth out loud, especially when it sounds or feels really stupid, in my head. I…

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Balfussen

Balfussen

For years I’ve wanted to be clear and to make my point to Colette and Pat regarding Balfussen. Sometimes a man needs to say what needs to be said and he needs to say it clearly without couching it in subversive or incomprehensible ‘political speak’. This is not a political broadcast but more a narrowcast directly to Colette and Pat themselves. This forum is where my words will best be heard. I would appreciate a response in time. I’m sure…

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Generational Healing

Generational Healing

Sometime during the 20th century, a family psychiatrist by the name of Bert Hellinger, was helping a teenage girl. The story I’ve heard is that to deal with her issues he would invite family members to take part in her therapy sessions, the idea being that in the bosom of her family, the girl would feel safer and more open to her own inquiry, helping her to understand her own workings a little better. On one particular day, one of…

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An Unsettling Feeling

An Unsettling Feeling

I was awoken again, last night, by a deep crying in my sleep! A strange, unsettling feeling filled the room. In my dream, I had just cleaned the house in readiness for a visitor, but couldn’t see who! The house was mine but I didn’t recognise it. I was standing in a bright but dusty room, looking down the stairs at an open-plan kitchen, with a sitting room off to the left. It reminded me of our house in Howth…

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Perfection by FameUs ShameUs

Perfection by FameUs ShameUs

What is perfection? T’is a class of a sort of a thing that maybe, I’d say, a lot of us know nothing about! What is perfection indeed? We think or even believe, we know but when it comes right down to it, we might be hard pressed to recognise it even if it jumped up and bit us in the face, as it were! Well, in my opinion perfection is not a something at all but more an airy fairy…

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Talking’s not walking

Talking’s not walking

Be Yourself! This is the theme of my life! Not me being myself as much as me exclaiming the need to be yourself! It’s in everything I write and have said for decades and yet I still find it hard to follow my own advice. I live in fear of the very thing I ask you to rise above – excommunication or in simpler terms, derogatory comments from under the breath of my peers. Oh how petty this powerful thing!…

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Happy 66th Birthday

Happy 66th Birthday

Well! Today I turn 66 years of age, having been born to this Earth on August 20th 1954. As they say in Cork “It could happen to a Bishop!“. It is, mind you, a little surreal as when we were young, we’d refer to ‘old age pensioners’ as if they were already long gone! We were kids and we thought we’d live forever! I still feel that way most days but my age pops up once a year to remind…

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Be yourself – it’s natural

Be yourself – it’s natural

Oscar Wilde was rumoured to have advised “Be yourself. Everyone else is taken“. When you hear this, it makes great sense and yet it’s so easy to ‘sell your soul‘ for a little acceptance and comfort. I spent my life trying to be ‘a man’ or more precisely, ‘the man I thought my mother wanted me to be’. (God knows what she actually thought a man was or wanted me to be for that matter.) I laughed with a friend…

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Hakomi and The Seven Year Phases

Hakomi and The Seven Year Phases

It’s now clear that my life has moved in phases, seven year phases to be precise! The ninth phase was just starting when I wrote Ode to Coumeenole including the verse ‘Seven year Phases’ about the first 56 years, or so! In the ninth phase, I sang great Irish and Italian songs on the streets of Ireland and in the tenth, I rested a while with my Love, in the charming city of Derry. Recently, I discovered Hakomi as a…

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