Mayday. May Day. Workers are on strike. What an inconvenience. Anyway.
One. I had. So had his carer. Pádraig talking. We both heard his voice in our dreams.
Two. The scene is our home in Dublin. Our apartment in Hamburg. Both with mountains of stuff. Useless stuff. Use less stuff. Stuff that reaches up to my throat like a rising tide. Things I don’t use and less need. The need to strip everything down to the core. To what counts. The essential. Not the noise, the fog, the stuff that covers up and distracts the heart.
Getting back to Pádraig today was good, right.
Only today did I get a chance to listen to the great programme Rónán Beo@3 on RTÉ Raidió na Gaeltachta of last Wednesday, 29 April 2015, when Rónán played a new song by Marcus Mac Conghail, a new song for Pádraig. – Even if you don’t have Irish, listen out for the ‘marathon line’
Ritheadh gach céim den mharatón
and every step was a step that was bringing you closer to home.
The song starts at around 2″20′ if you want to skip the introductions…