Category Archives: Rambling

Imagination 

where the inward life of the child I was, touches the imagined plots of the adult’s written word. Electrifying the dreams of the pen. Illuminating the pale cast of the paper’s hunger. Feeding my soul with the words to tell; the man to walk, the girl to talk, the woman to kill , the sun to shine, the plot to live. 

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God intervening

if you find the need to believe in a god then I can respect the need for humans to desire an answer to the afterlife in order to ease the burden of death but as surely as the words of man claiming a knowledge of a gods will is preposterous to me so is the resentment of people to a god that doesn’t intervene to stop the disease and disasters both of humanity and of nature.

The reason is based on the most fundamental aspect of life on Earth : free will. To define the reality of our existence on this planet in simplistic terms free will is to me an encompassing definition. The ability to act as we desire. Our actions may lead us to jail or to happiness but in any given situation we have some level of free will. Even where we are controlled we have the free will of life or death. If God stops wars or heals a cancer patient or stops a flood then she takes away the free will of something or someone. If you take it away from one person then you take it from everyone because they can’t do what the first person did without the wrath of a similar intervention. 

If we can’t decide what to do of our own volition then we are in effect robots and the whole basis of our nature is gone. Each action has a reaction and the beauty  of the world is our interaction with our ecosystem. It’s too much to abandon for the ease of an omnipotent God making  

 life easy for those who want soft answers. 

Francis McGivney 

the butcher boy

Francie brady talking to me. You wouldn’t find the likes of what’s in that book on the television . Well unless the film of it was on but the book is better. Tell you one thing there’s nothing like an Irish author. Patrick McCabe has a way of telling stories that grabs you by the mind and draws you into a place where humour is found in shades of black. You can keep youe McDonald’s humour for the gombeens I’ll have a nice day when I want to and a miserable one of the inclination comes upon me. It’s my right as an Irish man to be free to laugh while I’m happy or miserable.

Stereotypes

I was discussing the relative uselessness of stereotypes today with my accupunture/ Chinese medicine healer especially as pertains to my own profession of accountancy (feck I sound like one there).
He was born a Hindu and had told me a bit about karma and reincarnation one day. Anyone it mightn’t be exactly karma but later on I had to have a discussion with another accountant.
Mother of Devine Jesus those accountants are boring. Her voice was limp and lifeless , her imagination seemed lost and she mumbled a lot.
My enthusiasm about life was lost on her focused ears.
No wonder no one sits beside me at social functions once they hear what I do for a living. Of course when they hear they madness of my brain them they also sometimes look at me as if I’m crazy.

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Stereotypes

I was discussing the relative uselessness of stereotypes today with my accupunture/ Chinese medicine healer especially as pertains to my own profession of accountancy (feck I sound like one there).
He was born a Hindu and had told me a bit about karma and reincarnation one day. Anyone it mightn’t be exactly karma but later on I had to have a discussion with another accountant.
Mother of Devine Jesus those accountants are boring. Her voice was limp and lifeless , her imagination seemed lost and she mumbled a lot.
My enthusiasm about life was lost on her focused ears.
No wonder no one sits beside me at social functions once they hear what I do for a living. Of course when they hear they madness of my brain them they also sometimes look at me as if I’m crazy.

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The writing of a poem

I don’t know if it will be much good but I like it so far. The poem I helped write when on a forest adventures with my children I care and share with my first and only love. My best friend and wife was ill so we headed out on a hike, me , her and him, one daddy and two childer, They complained while laughing. We do that a lot in our house, laugh and joke. The camera ran out of battery, we got lost , kind of anyway and our boots were muddy. The people saluted us back as we walked in the county my father was raised. They like him know the true meaning of life. By a ruined boathouse we picnicked with apples and bananas and a bottle of water. They played I watched and talked and wrote . He gave me mad words and lines while she gave me sweet lines with beautiful words and together we wrote a poem by the side of a lakes gentle ripples. It’s the best lake poem ever written. It doesn’t rhymn it won’t be published and poets might scoff but to us it’s the poem we wrote by the lake and that makes it the best one. We missed the last part of our family of four but she was there with open arms and love when we came home and she was better of not seeing the muddy paths and the worms and the knocks and the wet woods we explored.

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Age

In the beginning there was a birth and from it came the next day. On that days cells split and growth occurred. It never stops it just goes on in the most wonderful way until the time when the heart stops its beat and the brain ends its dreams. All along we listen and see and feel the world around us and the space within. Our bodies and minds growing, adding each minute to all we have accumulated before. Learning from the past as well as the present so that the future holds a greater mind and intelligence than the day just past.

Ageing mean nothing then, if every minute is building and growing beyond what we imagined when we were young. Old age is a fallacy born of a society that has lost its grasp on the true wonder of knowledge that comes from life’s years and experiences alone.

snowing

I’m behind the desk doing my own accounts, head wrecking, I cant bill myself. Outside there is a blanket of snow on the ground and a fog of it falling. I want to go beyond the door, strip naked and run through it feeling the power of the cold on my skin, the air fresh in my lungs and the freedom in my soul.

but the office is in a housing estate so I would probably end up in a mental home after I got out of the hospital with pneumonia. Society with your silly rules and laws. Still i will be walking home later on feeling the ice scrunching beneath my shoes and somewhere in my mind I will be naked and free.

Why I want to go naked in the snow is beyond me, a call back to the wild perhaps or just pure silliness.

It nearly time for dinner, a micro wave job, chicken spuds and veg, Its the writing time for the rest of the hour that I am really looking forward to.

I am editing my first book, well first one that I have looked at since writing and last night I got to another bit I couldn’t remember writing. It was quite a funny bit so I enjoyed reading it and giggling.

The woman I walked up behind this morning had no ass to talk of, very disappointing.

That’s a fine looking sheep in that picture, a big woolly jumper and mutton chops