The Dublin city sky scape is cut through with blue spring light. I took my shoes and socks off to feel this old city. Feel into the bedrock of the mother beneath. And I felt her warmth as the sun warmed my fleshy feet - still engorged with fluids from too many hours up in the troposphere. This city has been through a lot. And it’s peoples today feel harmonious and happy. It is sunny after all - not sure if this feeling would persist in freezing rain.

I am trying to stay awake. Laura is playing a gig tonight with her Irish, spiritual rock band. I like them - Tau and the Drones of Praise - so many elements in those three words - a wall of sound experience - she says people have told them have changed their lives. Well, I’m up for a life changing experience Tau - hit me with your rhythm stick - hit me, hit me.

And will I be able to stand and will my tender heart hold it’s own against this throng of people that enshroud my love? Of course, and of course. I have grown tremendously in the last two years when it come to jealousy and the desire to be the only special one.

I do not to be always be special.

Because I already am - just like you are - the only spark in every universe - the only one like you.

I loved sitting with the other men in the barber shop - happily waiting forty minutes for my turn - two cups of Barry’s tea in and the young lad was telling me he and his mates sit in the kitchen into the wee hours like old men - chatting about their woes - now there’s hope for me - another generation finding something that works and just making it happen. I love you Ireland, always.