Shared here, words of wisdom from a very wise man I greatly look up to. "I hae this conversation, the other day. When I said I wass.. "indigenous". Qualified as "european".. they said .. "Well thats not the same thing, you know.. because of "....".. and the words "residential schools" and "genocide" ect ect .. reared up, in the conversation.
" How much do you know of history ?.." I asked. They looked at me like WTF !. They, after all, have a degree in university, where I.. am an old hillbilly who never graduated from high school. Missin a credit or two, what the hell. College after, for a couple of years but I didnt learn much there either, that really matters...
" The highland clearances".. I said. "That wass our trail of tears ". We were dragged oot of our houses in the winter, the thatch set on fire, and driven away. The old people, and wee babes died right away.. and those born in the ditch along side the road... ja.And, the first residential schools were in Scotland after the rebellion.. when we were forbidden to speak gallic, or have any item of scots culture. " The potato famine".. I went on, "from my Irish side.. "Relief ships were sent, but were not allowed to unload in the ports.. as the while, so many, in that whole country, were dying". "That " I went on.."wass a genocide ". Then I went on a little aboot the industrial revolution.. and how a whole family,doon ta children as young as five yrs old.. worked in the factorys which had no safety guarding.. for all the daylight hours and, when the darkness had comme.. came together in their rat infested tenement, without enough money to put together a decent supper. The wee ones, would be so tired they would sometimes fall into the machinery, and be ground up. Railings were put on the walkways after that because the whole place had to be shut doon and cleaned up.. and that, cut heavily into production..
Well, I could see from that, my friend had no conversation after .... She walked away, and hasnt talked with me since." LAUKR ALU *****🌈

Art by Russian artist Nicolas Kulygin

Just made a ride on my bicycle and the springtime makes riding a bike great🙂. A while ago, before the springweather actually was there, Dirkje made a beautiful poem about spring called : Goddess of Spring. Here it is: After freezing cold,
you're still here.
Many names, many shapes,
through the ages,
always there.
New life, sparkling green,
bright leaves, soft feathers.
Your breath is magic,
like the spark
flows through me,
in a joyful yes!

Dirkje

Dolmen D31
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A bit of Irish lore - As a young boy, the great warrior Fionn mac Cumhaill (pronounced Fee-un Mack Cool) was sent to live with the celebrated poet Finnegas. Fionn acted as an apprentice and learned from the old eccentric’s immense wisdom. The two settled along the banks of the beautiful River Boyne in Leinster.

One day Finnegas recounted the ancient tale of the bradán feasa (bra-dawn fassa), also known as the Salmon of Knowledge, to Fionn. The druids of old had told of a salmon that had eaten the nuts of the magical hazel trees that lined the bank of the river. In eating the nuts, the salmon had gained all the knowledge of the world. According to the druids, the one who ate the Salmon would gain all this knowledge for themselves.

Finnegas had spent years of his life by the edge of the river trying to catch the Salmon. After years of waiting, one-day Finnegas managed to catch the legendary fish. Without a second’s delay, he passed it into Fionn’s hands and ordered the boy to cook it but not to eat a single morsel. Ever obedient, Fionn did exactly as he was instructed.

After a while, Finnegas returned to the camp but the second he saw the expression in Fionn’s eye his heart sank. Finnegas asked the young boy if he had indulged in the forbidden fish. Fionn responded that while cooking the fish he had burned his finger and started sucking his thumb to ease the pain.

Disheartened, the old man instructed Fionn to eat all of the Salmon. However, upon finishing Fionn didn’t feel any wiser than before. Finnegas suggested that he try sucking his thumb again. Fionn did as he was told and the moment he placed his thumb in his mouth all the knowledge of the world rushed into his head.

It was this incredible knowledge and wisdom gained from the Salmon of Knowledge that allowed Fionn to become the leader of the Fianna, the famed heroes of Irish myth