In a hotel in Galway,

Nothing serious here. Just a bit of fun on a Sunday bank holiday. An old memory about being badly caught out on the corridor of a Galway hotel years ago. It happened when I was young and myself and the beloved were giving ourselves a big treat. But I suppose things can go wrong even in a hotel. And the most frightening moment was when I heard the beloved’s voice and her asking; who’s that?

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it's a long long time ago now since they used to have Corpus Christi processions in public, and thousands of people would line the streets. This is a memory of a very human mistake that an old priest made in the middle of one such procession. And on a more serious note, I've included a report regarding a  mouse in my studio.

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  So this is just a personal reflection; a kind of riff, a bit of jazzy meditation. I take a phrase and I chew it a bit. "Calling myself home," seems like a contradiction. 

How can I call myself?   

And home; where is that? 

 

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I thought I'd do a podcast about the duck. But I also wanted to talk about Joe Dolan.  So I put them together here. Joe used to sing - I love you in my own peculiar way.  He made us all feel good. And I suppose there's things happen every day that do the same. Small accidental things that are like invitations from  the Cosmos - to come closer. That too feels good. 

I made this recording yesterday morning. The duck was still in the garden. but the good news is that yesterday evening he suddenly stretched his wings and flew away -  home to his loved ones, I hope. 

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The funny thing about a walk is that things just come into my head. Often people I had long forgotten make a return, for no discernible reason. So this is just a bit of rambling I recorded in the camper van after a good walk up the hills.

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I was sitting in my study this evening and the flute just happened to be on the desk. So I picked it up and then one thing led to another in this little thread of memories.

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I've been thinking about this word Soul. I don't understand it. But I can't avoid it. There's something about it which affects me deeply. So I thought I'd offer you this audio. I'm just playing with the word in a way. I suppose Soul is a word I can only think about as poetry. Hope you like it. and hope you had a good week end. 

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The Joe Mooney Summer School is a wonderful week long session of many hundreds of musicians and it's hard to describe what fun it is. Irish music to me always seems like a form of a meditation; the tunes work like chants on the mind, bringing the musicians into a state of extraordinary equilibrium. Anyway, this is just a fun reflection on that amazing  thing known as  the Session. Always on the third week in July. Will it happen this year? Who can tell. if it does, it'll be different.

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I was remembering the night this woman was the main news item across the world. Because she was up for execution in Texas the following morning.  it happened inn1998; she was the first woman execution by the state of Texas since 1863.  She was a celebrity for a few hours; and then she was forgotten. But not entirely.

Thank you for listening. I'll be posting again on Saturday or before. Enjoy the weather. 

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I have an image of an old friend, standing on the lakeshore, in a pink sari. it stays with me. As if the moment was lodged in eternity.

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