Aoibhe Anne Golden

Born 30/08/17

 

As you wrapped your slender finger around mine, it was then I knew,

That the love we have for Henry is now the same for you.

Your beautiful face, so familiar yet so new- our hearts beat like butterfly wings,

When we stop to look at you.

Lying in your bassinette, in the corner of the room

Your brother whizzing round your head,

Vroom, Vroom, Vroom!!!

“Quick, look- she’s opening her eyes to investigate the scene-

Oh wait, no, she’s gone again,

Back aboard her dream machine!”

So safe and so loved

We watch this new born child

Knowing that the day may come when she’ll roam far and free and wild.

 

LOVE
EROS, PHILIA and AGAPE

The Ancient Greeks knew about love. 

I've been reading what they had to say. They believed love could be divided into three equal parts.- the clever cats! They thought, as a society, we owe it to ourselves to identify and attach the correct words to each kind, in order to give each type the respect it deserved.

They began with what happens when we first meet someone. They said that this initial phase was called-

EROS: I want you NOW!

This is the physical /sexual attraction high at the start- it’s powerful, exhilarating and quite life affirming according to Aristotle and his white beard friends- I agree! It is biological- you lust and desire to be with your partner- your bodies connect easily and having this new sex can be incredible. You learn and discover each other's bodies. Sadly, this fervent passion doesn’t last- they reckoned after about a year and a half this fades and is replaced by a different type of love. One that involves friendship. But I believe, personally, with some effort and imagination a good sex life can go on for many many years. 

PHILIA: A lover who is your best friend- yes please!

Yes, who doesn’t want to marry (or at least co-habit indefinitely) with their best friend? The one who just kind of ‘gets you’ in a way many others don’t. The one who you would donate a kidney to should they need it. The Greeks maintained that being good friends with your lover,  actually enjoying their company, sharing common interests and being open to new ones, asking questions and being open to new things can sustain a good relationship. You do not have to be 'the same' or indeed have similar life experiences but in order for something to last it is pretty important you show an interest in your lover's world. It may not interst you, but if you love someone you will at least try...

Next up the third and most challenging part of love- 

AGAPE: The willingness to accept the person as a whole

You love them, you even love their flaws and their faults because you know they will try to be a better person every day. They will not take criticism as something personal, but rather as a loving suggestion, to sustain the good and calm vibes for as long as possible. Many people don't set out to start a fight- they just want to express themselves and be heard, so listen up brother! Everyone has their faults and humans are imperfect! Although many humans are just assholes. Don't fall in love with an asshole! AGAPE is the part of love where we are willing to show compassion and sympathy for our partner’s flaws- their jealousy, their arrogance, their complexity, their laziness-  and all those other very difficult and sometimes relationship ending traits. AGAPE doesn’t last forever either but it reminds us that love isn’t about just admiring the good virtues a person displays- it’s about accepting their shitty side too!

So there you have it- LOVE- not for the faint hearted! I guess it all boils down to a few simple things- honesty, communication and respect. Be honest with your heart and be honest with your lover's heart. Communicate calmly and clearly the issues that are causing pain and difficulty. But most of all respect that each human is like a flow of water. They are destined to follow their own natural journey, you cannot redirect people's flow in order for them to fit into your 'ideal'- people will not change and you cannot control them. Hopefully your flow and their flow will gently amble side by side, never disturbing the peaceful path of the other. 

Your soul will guide you, it always knows the way!

(And, if after all that wisdom and honesty, your love life it still doesn’t work out - fuck it-  don't blame me- blame The Ancient Greeks!)

x

These be my thoughts:

1. Be financially independent.

2. Be emotionally healthy. You and you alone are responsible for your inner and deepest fulfilment for the rest of your life.

3. Love and take pleasure from your physical body. Your body is merely an outer case made from flesh and bones. It is the least most interesting part of you.

4. Give

5. Don't tell lies.

6. Try to put others first knowing it's not always easy or possible. Just try.

7. Exercise and move your body everyday.

8. Don’t hold back the tears- let ‘em flow baby!

9.  Eat well

10.      Drink well and be merry

11.                  Music makes everything better.

12.                  Work energetically.

13.                  Regularly bathe in nature.

14.                  Don’t have overly high expectations of others- you’ll only feel let down, rather have high expectations of yourself knowing you’ll disappoint yourself too from time to time.

15.                  Eating a pack of cheese and onion Taytos at any time of the day or night is perfectly acceptable.

16.                  Be prepared to be alone.

17.                  Don't call me princess for god sake - I'm not waiting to be saved by any bloody prince!

18.                  Invest in high quality curtains- they’ll last lifetimes.

19. The universe will reward you for taking risks on its behalf.

20.                  Put good quality lipstick on your lips every day and smile!

21.                  Search for meaning in life- but know you’ll not find any mind bending answers in any one place.

22.                  Laugh as freely and as frequently as is humanly possible.

23.                  Learn how to listen deeply.

24.                  Reflect often on your actions and how they may be affecting you and those around you. I’ve never thought it wrong to overthink our emotions/actions.

25.                  Fight laziness.

26.                  Don’t curse excessively. Find a better word and use that instead.

27.                  Life will make you suffer- this is inevitable.

28.                  Please clip your toenails in the privacy of a bathroom- thanks.

29.                  Be swept off your feet at least once knowing it probably isn’t going to last. Only partake in casual sex if your heart can handle it.

30.                  “Romantic” Love is largely a commercially driven pile of rubbish.

31.               I love pigs.

32.                  Love’s success or lack thereof may well boil down to the little things in the end, the shared workload, the selfless dependability, the give and take of duties and the balance of lovingly putting each other or children first as much as is possible. Love doesn't exist as a thing in its own right I don't think. Its just about giving really, I think. At 80 years old when all the distractions of life are gone and we're not so busy doing what we have always done, stimulating each other’s brains through good conversation, recalling special memories shared together and lifting each other's soul through raucous laughter might be all that is left.

33.                  Ultimately life is a bit of a lottery anyway, some get luckier than others or make more luck for themselves. At least try give yourself a good chance from the off because despite your best efforts things might still not work out. See number 27. Number 27 and number 22 are inextricably linked.

34.                  Materialism is vulgar.

35.                  Travel solo with absolutely no definite idea where you’re going.

36.                  Being a mother is a truly remarkable thing, but know that it is not the sole purpose of life as a female. There are many different levels of sisterhood. None is higher or greater than the other.

37.                  Quality over quantity- pass time in the company of good and real friends, don’t fake it in an effort to avoid being on your own.

38.                Good communication skills are essential.

39.                  In the end what others think of you is none of your business.  This is your life so just be true to it and to yourself.

40.           Now....a pint of Murphy's and a pack of cheese and onion tayto would be lovely- nice one, cheers!

I Complete Me

 “You complete me”, said Tom Cruise to Renée Zellweger as she stood doe- eyed across the room from him in the movie, Jerry Maguire. For many it was one of the stand out warm and fuzzy moments of the movie and for others and I refer to myself here when I say I think Jerry was very wrong.  I disagree with the idea that one single person can “complete” another.  A loved one should surely compliment you and add greatly to your existence, but that little utterance seems to infer that until you meet a life’s partner you are not fully complete as a person in your own right! What the hell is that about?

 

As long as you feel you need to have something be it a person an object or an experience in order to be complete then you are not yet complete. I've learned this the hard way. To be complete means to be thoroughly serene with things JUST as they are, knowing pleasure and pain will come and go and are largely surface phenomena. I feel complete now in my life, I feel in it my soul. There are still things I would still like but truthfully I need for very little anymore- my cup runeth over. This completeness has always been there on some level but as humans we get caught up in stuff..n stuff!

 

I’ve played a lot of different roles over the last nearly 38 years and although they’ve all been very instructive in my growth as a human they were making way for the one role I now feel most comfortable with- me! I’ve come to understand myself by knowing my true self only shows itself in each moment as I'm living it and accepting it. I am who I am in any given moment. We reveal ourselves not by showing the world who we are in a neatly packaged predictable definable box, no, but rather by the revealing of ourselves through honest interactions with others  as they naturally arise. 

 

Ultimately I want to share a lifetime with somebody whose company I actually really enjoy and ideally I'd fancy the pants off him too!  No big promises needed of endless love, marriage and  living happily after- not for me I don't think - just honest and open giving and receiving day in day out and more so during the tough times.  I am acutely aware I may not get all of these things because we don’t always get what we want. I may have to do some of it alone or differently but I do know what I want. Having had all these years to get to know myself, to know wild freedom as I’ve known it, to have known fear, joy, excitement, love, heartache, regret, forgiveness, risk and adventure too,  I have decided that I complete me.  So put that in your pipe and smoke it Jerry Maguire- ya gobshite!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello Again Autumn

Autumn makes me long for much and for little.

It lures my hopeful heart into a sense of renewal with its crisp newness.

But all the while hiding behind its back the biggest bully of them all – Winter.

September leaves prepare themselves for the flamed dance of October.

Twirling together and bathing in a fading summer sun, in silky dresses of yellow, orange and cherry, they glide-

Before falling exhausted at the feet of a snowy cold December.

The golden green of my Irish soul takes comfort that life, much like Autumn, never stays the same.

Change will come like it always has done since time first got out of bed.

I will dance this Autumn and promise to bathe in whatever sunshine I see.

A Magical Moment

The law of thermodynamics states that energy cannot be created or destroyed, it simply changes state.

 “Hi Mom, are you doing anything today?” I enquired resting my coffee mug on the window sill. The brightness of this Sunday was welcome after a run of rainy dull days. I told her I’d call out to her shortly and hung up the phone.  Whilst dressing I peered into my wooden jewellery box and wondered what ear decorations I would wear for the day. I rummaged around and eventually plucked a very old pair of small diamond earrings that had once belonged to my late grandmother from West Cork. They’re not worn very often because they are extra special and fear of losing them keeps them hidden away.

 I hopped in to my car and made my way to my mother's house on the other side of town. The thing I’ve come to notice about my mother’s house is the energy that fills the house; the vibe there is usually fun, wise, calm and always comforting.  I love calling out to see her. The colours, the trees, the Buddhas, the prayer flags, the sparkly butterflies and bumblebees on the walls, the smell of home baked brown bread and incense all beckon me inside...


 Mom was sitting on the couch going through old photos. I sat down and zoned in. “Ah look at this one Liz,  down in Bandon, with your grandmother at Coolmaine Beach.” “God that’s a while back now, at least 30 years ago”- and as I took the photo in my hand, I showed her the earrings I had decided to wear just a few minutes previously.  The photo was old and blurry.  In the background my granny’s outline was visible but not her face, her white stylish hair tousled out of its normal elegant shape by the wild Atlantic gusts, beside her my mother her face slightly more in focus.  I was beside my mother, aged around nine and facing sideways out to sea. To the right foreground my younger brother Des, covered in sand and mud and staring straight at our baby brother Jack, the pet of the family, who was stood right in the centre of the picture. . Behind the lens was my late father who died in 2014.

 “I’d like to be by the sea today Mam”, I decided and after a little time spent faffing around the place we got into the car and off we went towards West Cork.  As we journeyed along the country roads my mother reminisced a little about her childhood spent around these parts. She recalled times spent going to the blacksmith with her father for a new shoe for the horse.  “I don’t recall grandad coming to the beach with us much,” I interrupted her but I did remember him asking us “How many swims did ye have today?”- “We had seven swims Granddad,” we’d reply wiping the dried sandy snot-encrusted ice cream from our faces. “Oh my god aren’t you great altogether!” he’d say and we’d all straddle his long legs trying to pull off his ENORMOUS green wellies.

 We parked up at the beach and got out of the car. The waft of sea air and seaweed woke us from the drive. The wind was incredibly wild. The candy floss clouds hung large and brilliant in a very blue sky. We walked and talked about life- and death.  I’d had some acupuncture done that week and it had raised my interest in human energy and its power. “Where does all that energy go when we die?”

My mother began to talk about her own mother’s death and the energy struggle she had in letting go. She suffered enormously, her poor thin body fighting furiously each step of the dying process. She told me about a dream she had had, not long after granny died. “She was standing right there with my father, your grandfather in the dream”,  and she pointed to old, now disused steps in front of us. “Nothing else happened in the dream, they simply stood there together smiling at me, wearing their Sunday best- a handsome couple” We stopped in the exact spot for a few seconds and looked out to the sea. The silvery line of the horizon made a starting point for the racing waves . A couple of hardy kite surfers battling fierce wind zipped through our view.  On we rambled around the highways and byways. Eventually we made our way back to the altogether tamer sanctuary of my car. 

 I was fixing myself in the rear view mirror, unravelling my scarf,  when I noticed granny’s earring missing from my left ear- “OH NO - shit!”  We searched the ground around the car but no luck. I made my way back to the beach to begin the search. I retraced my steps along the wide expanse of the sea shore, in between seaweed and rock pools. I held the remaining earring in my hand tightly as I walked along, head down. I climbed the steps  from the beach to the road again.  I walked along scouring where the grassy ditches met the old stony walls. I was slowly beginning to accept I’d never find it. My heart sank with the loss of it. It’s gone, it would be impossible to find it! I was annoyed with myself but I thought at least I lost it here, in her home place, and by the sea, where we’d all swam and laughed and spent such nice times together like in that old photo. Nearing the abandoned steps that Mammy had mentioned in her dream and after one more glance around I accepted defeat. Turning on my heel and taking a few strides to walk back I gave one last concentrated look to my left... and there...literally out of the corner of my eye... lay a beautiful small diamond earring on the ground shining up at me...

Quantum physics tells us that the world is made up of energy. It states that it and matter are interchangeable. Human bodies are composed of divine energy of the soul in the form of body, thought and spirit. We are like ecosystems- open and not closed and at any given moment some 20 watts of energy course through our bodies- enough to power a light bulb. We gain this energy through food and the resulting complex chemical processes and when we die that energy, according to the Law of Energy Conservation, is not gone, it doesn’t just disappear. Not one bit of you is gone in fact, you are just more scattered and less orderly. This is very beautiful to me. I’d like to believe that the light and energy of anyone that has left this world, someone whom we have loved so very much and then lost, from each and every corner of this sometimes incomprehensibly sad but unrelentingly magnificent world, will continue to echo throughout space until the end of time. I believe the departed, from the tiniest of babies to the oldest of men and every soul in between, are still with us in some way because they never really left.

Niall

“Among the few hundred people we regularly encounter not very many are likely to be the sorts of exceptional individuals who exhaust our imagination with their good qualities, who strengthen our soul and whose voices we want consciously to adopt to bolster our better impulses.” –Alain de Botton.

My cousin Niall visits us often and few are the visitors that bring as much unbridled laughter and joy when they call as he does. The same routine takes place, his supremely dedicated and heroic mother- my aunt Paula, usually drops Niall to Ballyvolane shopping centre from Cobh.  A greeting from this young man; you can be certain, will be like no other you’ll have received that day. When Niall greets you a smile emerges that has made its way up through his body from the tips of his toes and shines out his face, a bright sunshine yellow moment caught in time. The loving grip of his warm soft hands takes yours, a veritable glove of compassion and understanding, fit for each and every season in time. We pack his bags, his coat and his trusty guitar into the car and away we go. Seatbelts on, radio off, phones cast aside, time to chat and catch up. He usually begins by telling us about his day and the week that was. The stories are not out of the ordinary, the usual exchanges about work, life and people all tied together with a healthy dose of devilment and mischief from himself!  Naturally, it’s not always sunshine and smiles and with great honesty he relays his episodes of frustration and annoyances but he tries with some help not to linger on the negative and usually  he’ll cap off a little moan with a typical “ah shur, that’s life."

Niall has Downs Syndrome, by the way. Downs Syndrome is complex and cannot be defined absolutely in a piece of writing such as this (or any) but for the most part some of the symptoms of his Downs (as I see them) are as follows:

      Eyes that slant upwards: a constant reminder that this boy, now a man, looks up to; and helps us look up to something bigger, higher and more wondrous than ourselves, whatever that may be.

     Narrow eye openings: so that his gaze can focus in on your heart more closely, forgetting all external distractions, as he talks with you, never at you or your body shape or clothes or hair, just a little red beating heart peeping out through the blue tinted window of a perfect soul, trying to connect with yours.

 A face that may be flatter like a full enchanting moon that would stop you in your tracks on a late walk home,  pale but strong enough to light up the darkest of nights.

     A head that may be smaller: not enough space nor need for too much ego satisfying intellect inside this particular skull. Niall’s intelligence comes from his heart, mainly. It is the heart and not the mind that is the centre of his being.


      Broad feet with short toes: Niall treads lightly on the soils of this Earth. He once told me that he likes to wash the feet of others, he said it makes him feel ‘holy’ and ‘close to God-my real father.' And then hilariously before you can say ‘Luke Kelly’ he will be up on those just washed twinkle toes, beer in hand and dancing wildly to the sound of some mad Irish jig, leapin’ and a hoppin’ and a high kickin' at a rate that would make Michael Flatley dizzy.  Again, we all laugh, god the laughter, sometimes one of us has to leave the room with the height of hilarity, tummy clutching, I-can't- breathe- laughing and the singing and the dancing goes on. This time yesterday we were working or reading or watching TV or giving out about something or other…

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Who knows where any of us truly comes from? We are made biologically by our parents, their love for each other and life’s longing for itself.  Love, lust, need, want and science all ready to create something in one particular perfect or imperfect moment.

On the last night of Niall’s visit as I stood with him and gently bathed his troublesome left eye; one swipe only from the inside corner outwards with a warm cotton pad, I was again reminded to see the world through the eyes of this blue eyed Cork boy; to feel the essence of his pure heart and  to realise he is one of the most precious and valued visitors to our home and to our universe. We love him like no other.