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Sunday Prayers Yesterday was Sunday; which was our Sabbath; a walk in the park in the autumn sun. That was the day right after Shabbat, and that was the day after their Jumu’ah; Three days of prayer, of reflection and quiet. We walked in the park with family and friends in the autumn sun, then sat in the riotous children’s playground, which wasn’t so quiet for they were reciting at top decibels the age-old song, the ode to pure joy straight from pure hearts. Gran and I sat down right next to a couple with a babe in a pram whose brother and daddy were wearing a kippah. I’d a lump in my throat, a mind full of bad news, and I thought to myself: should I just say “hello, it’s a nice day isn’t it!”, but didn’t. Was it me not being British, -for once? So I held my tongue, perhaps through fear of saying something stupid such as: “isn’t it awful what’s happening over there”. There was a hole in my heart then where joy should have been; so I filled it with love, and saved it for them, and anyone else, who needed a hug. -------------------------------------- Thanksgiving for Sunday 23rd April 2023 It was an ordinary Sunday, ‘Til you turned up, then it was Fuuunday! We took along bread for feeding the birds, God’s creatures need love, both feathered and furred, We settled for the path with the steepest rake, Which leads directly down to the lake, Exercise for the legs, the heart and the mind, But to granddads’s old knees, not quite so kind! With your tiny hands, you held us both tight, Your right in gran’s left, and your left in my right, Gladly I paid for ice creams all round, I’d promised your mum, I was duty bound! We fed Canada Geese and ducks and swans, Sauntering and smiling, amongst the birdsong, Our blessings recieved in nature’s kingdom, Pure joy that we shared with our little Cherry Blossom!
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Blog entries by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Them uz ‘ave, will ‘ave (14/09/2024)
Total Testicles (11/09/2024)
The Spectator (04/09/2024)
Nil Carborundum Sanguine Desperandum (03/09/2024)
England [Stop the Boots!] (02/09/2024)
Bebelplatz (28/08/2024)
Blog link: https://www.writeoutloud.net/blogs/uilleamÓceallaigh
Audio entries by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Them uz ‘ave, will ‘ave (14/09/2024)
Nil Carborundum Sanguine Desperandum (03/09/2024)
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Comments
You read so beautifully Uilleam. Such a wonderful accent and speaking voice-you have- and you speak about such raw and important things. Thank you for doing this.
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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Sat 14th Sep 2024 07:44
Thanks for you kind words, Rasa.
I suppose we're all familiar with it..."Telephone Voice Syndrome", whereby one speaks in a manner according to whoever one's "audience" might be: my Lancastrian sister, or Marcia Blaine of The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie fame😊!
In the case of Nil Carborundum, (still a vivid memory) I was attempting to revert to the Lancashire accent I would have had at that time; that of the little boy who had never left his home town until he was 11 years old. After which, I picked up a Scottish accent, and then, on retiring, a southern French accent, after a couple of extended backpacking trips in France…a fact which my native French mature student examiner noted!
I still hear those broad Lancashire accents on a daily basis, and I’ve made an attempt to record some Lancashire dialect poetry for example, that of Edwin Waugh.