Thumpering

I feel the song, and I’m not struggling as badly as I was, but TG day was a valiant effort to stay afloat, but which ultimately didn’t quite make it. I am now certain something or someone is energetically trying to kill me. I did all my things, in triplicate or more, and it got me through until about 7pm and I finally lost the battle with the negativity and had a meltdown leading to early bedtime. Despite having behaved stellarly compared to my youth, I am still riding out what I can only compare to as being a hangover. My liver and pancreas are both pissed, so I’m on 19 hours of true fasting (simple liquids only), and don’t plan to resume my normal routine until my abdomen stops hurting.

Also, I may quit writing, or at least quit writing on here. Nathan has asked me to not shut it off so he can post. So I will leave you with an Irish Thumper moment (if you can’t say nuttin’ nice don’t say nuttin’at all). I’ll start with the Irish blessing of my childhood, maybe add a few lines of my own.

May the road rise up to meet you.

May the wind always be at your back.

May the sun shine warm upon your face.

May the rain fall softly on the fields.

May your troubles be less and your blessings be more.

May nothing but happiness come through your door.

May love and laughter light your days and warm your heart and home.

May good and faithful friends be yours wherever you roam.

May peace and plenty bless your world.

May you have joy that long endures.

May you have all the love you desire.

May you feel a strongly peaceful connection to the divine.

May you have an abundance of all you desire, especially time, money, and loved ones.

May you keep your light shining bright and banish the darkness.

May you know “tis better to have loved and lost than never loved at all”.

May you never feel the need to duck and run.

May you know things work out for you eventually.

May your memories keep you warm and never collect dust on the shelf in your heart.

May you always find the silver lining of all your life experiences.

And until we meet again may the divine hold you in the palm of it’s hands.

About Treasa Cailleach

I'm a massage therapist working with chiropractic and the elderly; musician, artist, pagan, mom, B of LGBTQ, & polyamorous professional.

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