After we are gone
I was clearing out my inbox when I made the discovery. I came across an old notification from Wordpress that Fr. Pat Moore had posted a new blog. It was the lovely piece that I have reprinted below. As soon as I read it I wanted to read more so I went to the his website and ......
you guessed it.....all gone.
you guessed it.....all gone.
It is apt that this essay is about birth, death and regrowth. Enjoy it.
There has been wonderful moonlight these last few nights. Go to the window in a darkened moonlight night and you see a shadowy reality outside, then turn on the light in the room and the world outside becomes totally dark. I remember John Moriarty making the point that in the same way we can be looking for answers to questions with the wrong search lights. If I want to see the fox passing in the night from my window,the light on in room won't help. As John said,"It is with that that eclipses God that I seek God ." But God isn't the fox that passes in the night!
Jim Kennelly tells me that when a kitten is born it's blind for nine days. In the same way there are inside of all of us, huge awakenings. It's as if we're here to wake up as we begin to realise why we are on the planet at all. So that might be why we are here at all. We have to wake up from waking as Jim always says. "When your heart speaks,take notes."
Over fifty years ago alot of neighbours around here visited the friendly garden centre in Beale, Hannons, where famously they 'sell every blooming thing." The Hannon family introduced the countryside to the Asian plant cordyline. Lots of these plants started to appear down Littor Road. There was one planted in our front garden. It grew over six feet high. Then when we got severe cold weather four years ago alot of the cordyline died, including the one in our garden. This spring when we cleared away the growth seven new trees have grown and are thriving. From the death of the old plant, new life, seven new plants! Is it any wonder Jesus used the image of the seed dying in the earth and from that comes forth new life when he explained the mystery of life?
Correcting the Tiger by John Gardner
The tiger is a perfect saint
As long as you respect him:
But if he happens to say ain't,
You'd better not correct him.
Basketball in Pres in the 1980s
If you are in this photo, please remember that we are still looking for reminiscences from the 1980s for our Pres. commemorative book.
Another Familiar Face gone from Church Street
Turf Shed Theatre
I would assume that Billy McSweeney is right, as Eamon Keane used usually take his walk up and down the Bridge Road and around Gurtinard. His memory of Turf Shed Theatre was identically repeated in most backways of the town. We in Pound Lane had a thriving theatre group, with plays and concerts being regularly performed in our back shed. One memory is of my sister Nora, having been sent out to get turf, stopped a performance which was in full flow, then proceeded to tear up the stage which we had built on what turf was left in the shed. The show had to be abandoned. As the paying customers were leaving, my neighbour and friend, Liam Nolan, lifted a clenched fist as Nora was leaving with her turf and shouted, 'The Stage will never Die', to which Nora replied, 'Its dead now'.