routine - discipline lore - tradition - art just do it walk the dog take in the beauty get on with it as they say over here dul ar aghaidh leis i have an irish husband his name is tom !!! “tommy can u hear me” oh when we were young met him in a pub the map of ireland on his face slight n fit my prince charming he is a wonderful guy and i imagined how different my life would be had i grown up here i take his arm in the streets we laugh and talk over a pint as i look for a home he has gone out of his way to welcome me with sweet hearted irish style that familiar warmth and im so grateful as l mourn our nations loss of humanity watching the darkness overtakes us fascism she screamed warning bells - alarms should be blaring come on - everyone together to be both a public person and a private one never easy to navigate to negotiate yet at almost 63 i find myself craving something quieter - calmer more manageable when we find place to call r own we will both be settled in somewhere beautiful until home is safe again for all americans not just white christian males who rule with such cruelty
this is where we will be
I love this for you Rosie.
I’m jealous of your ability to go live somewhere else… it will be so much better for you and Clay…. At almost 50, I worry that life will be short from here… but I must stay and go down in the fight I guess. Because I fear that’s where we are headed. Many Blessings to you. 🙏🏽💚