The Evertides

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If you know me, then you’ll most likely know I’m in a band with my two wonderful friends Ruth Smith and Alma Kelliher and we’re called The Evertides.

We have just recently released our Debut EP which you can grab through

Bandcamp

or

iTunes

Here is a little taster of our sound. Seas on Fire from our Debut EP

 

Find out more, listen to tracks, watch videos, get news of upcoming gigs and all that craic through our website www.theevertides.com

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As is, I’m Here.

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As Is, I'm Here

What happens to us chemically, biophysically, metaphysically, psychologically (or any feast of similar and dissimilar modes of realizabilities) when we want to not be where we are/how we are/who we are? How are we relating to ourselves in these moments? And how might we be able to catch these moments and give them our attention so as to ease ourselves back into the here and now?

This article Four Words that Heal by Mary O’Malley really spoke to me about these moments of great fear or distance of and from our own livelihoods. The lengths we would go to to get away from ourselves and how in learning to stay with the uncomfortableness and dis-ease, we may find the release that brings us back into healing, back into our lives.

A useful tool for helping us investigate and stay with these moments is Tara Brach’s acronym of RAIN.

Rain ImageI suppose I’m sharing this because I think we can all be reminded of this, can’t we? We can all do with learning/re-learning that what can help us love this “One wild and precious life”  of ours more is realising that – As is, YOU are so very much here and loved so very much for that reason alone.

With love,

Ru! x

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Just to Know

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I don’t want to un-know you.

I want to know why I feel full of smiles and trains of thought

that seem to instinctively coalign with yours for miles and miles

without you looking like you think I might be a little half-mad.

I want to know why, when we meet, my muscles almost immediately feel the pang of the leaving

And with you, the rain to my bones feels almost pleasing.

And I really want to know : if not you, then who?

If not now, then when?

If not for all of this, then for what could I possibly want to want, again and again

MORE

than how much I want to know what each sigh and laugh and every shaky feeling meant.

 

But

 

I suppose I can learn to know you less

Leave this settled place of sentiment.

It’s just that I’d love to one day love without it costing

what I can’t seem to beget

Without all this adding up to meaning I love myself LESS

(or for the time being at least)

And all because I had spent the best of me on a dream…

meant for someone else.

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The Healing Time

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It would appear that there is a pain in this world that may never be put right. 
A thunderously deep scar in the psyche of man. 
How have we become so used to knowing violence? Learning of a fresh & brutal attack. Seeing the fallout of it represented in images of dead children cradled in close-to-dead arms, candles lighting up the wounding-ground and imagining the horrors befalling so many innocent lives. 
Are we not, at this point, completely perturbed and traumatised by every morsel of information? 
Might I say, I am. I am sick of it. 
It’s incredibly disturbing and it’s only now I'm realising how so. 
My body feels it now. 
This is not a world that I would send my children to (and I am lucky and grateful to have a child an' all) but we have no choice in the matter. And we can’t change the world, can we? Or can we?
YES YES, of course we can, YES. I really have to believe that it starts with us. You. Me. If we look to grievances that we may have had (perhaps still have) with people - me included - what powered those grievances? And what good has ever been gained from them? They seem to me more like a loss leader leading only to a lack of fully living, a lack of decency, a lack of authenticity to your beautifully-natured self and a lack of peace.
And grievances against ourselves? These are surely the most destructive to the weather system of our own lives and therein the world. That shit leeks out. Pervades a mood, a day,an occasion, a dream for a better life. If we are not safe even from ourselves then what hope in the wider world! We cannot expect this world to become a kinder place until we get kinder with this living right here. Oh and on the subject of dreaming. It is ok to dream isn't it? I’ve been finding out recently, that it’s really really important to dream while you are alive and awake to the realities of a world that would suck you dry and leave you gasping on the floor for air, if you let it.


“Let your loss be your lesson”- Robert Plant & Alison Krauss


Anyone, which is most likely everyone, who has lost someone - someone who they loved with all of their messy hearts; knows/feels/senses the loss of that person’s beautiful physical presence, their smile, their comforting hugs, the way they’d call your name and you knew so deeply you were loved and in that knowing, you in turn knew you'd love them to the end of time. And it totally sucks to lose someone who you love. But loss is such a powerful teacher. We cannot escape pain and suffering. But we do need to know how we can sit with it and not become lost to the world, within it. 

So with the wisdom of our hearts, what can each of us do so that we do not lose this world to violence? How can we further nourish the good; in ourselves, in others? 
What new perspective might we take in order to understand a situation further? What needs to change? And what does peace look like to you? How does it play itself out? If we have the power to change our own lives and outlook on the world, then what person can hold us back in our effort to make this world a better place for all. 
And see this moment right here? This is where all life exists. In this one. And now this one. And this one. And right this moment is where peace resides, begins (or ends?). Now is the time for healing, loving, living with your wonderful eccentricities and gifts and trains of thoughts. 

Cultivate a mind intent on healing. 

It's time. 

Love Ru! x

 

The Healing Time  
by Pesha Joyce Gertler


Finally on my way to yes
I bump into
all the places
where I said no
to my life
all the untended wounds
the red and purple scars
those hieroglyphs of pain
carved into my skin, my bones,
those coded messages
that send me down
the wrong street
again and again
where I find them
the old wounds
the old misdirections
and I lift them
one by one
close to my heart
and I say holy
holy

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re: :SOUND | Voice Coaching

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 Would you like to:

  • Develop and strengthen your voice?
  • Make deeper connections between text and score?
  • Play around with song interpretations?
  • Develop music sight reading?

As an actress and singer, I have discovered the joys of both worlds combining in my creative work and it’s the kind of work that keeps on giving and inspiring. I have also been lucky in my life to have had really wonderful vocal training/guidance with Dr. Veronica Dunne, which has meant that my voice remains strong and malleable and most importantly I have learned how to take care of my voice.

If you are interested in working towards strong vocal foundations with a holistic approach, then enter your deets below and let’s get the ball rolling.

Whoop!

 

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re: :SOUND | Voice Discovery

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I wouldn’t just like to teach the world to sing. I would love to teach the world to sing.

Now the odds on me getting around y’all individually and shaking those sweet voices loose is hardly a likely story so….

if I could get even a hand-full of people to a place where they could say one or more of the following to themselves (for who more important would one say them to):

can sing. I can frickin sing. I love to sing. It feels freeing to sing. Goddamit, I’m a singer. Where was that voice hiding all these years? Why was I so afraid of singing all these years? I better sit down cause I’m gona faint with all the excitement from all the SINGING (ok, you get the message)…

This is all to say, I would be one satisfied preacher. Yeah, feck it, I said, PREACHER! Singing is a celebration, a means of communication, an art form and a really beautiful anthropological blessing to us humans.

The other side of the coin of all this joy is probably the biggest thing that holds our voices back but also what brings our authenticity forward into a song and that is; our vulnerability. Yep, that old familiar chestnut of a friend. And it can be a hard nut to crack. It’s not an over exaggeration to propose that some people have not sung out, like they just didn’t care, since they were a little tike sat in a church singing Silent Night with the congregation (in that most pure way only a child can) but their mind mostly dedicated to dreaming of Santa arriving. When we become more aware of ourselves in the world, the bravery and intrinsic desire to hum or sing along gets a little fragmented and topsy turvy. It’s a sad thing. But nothing is lost or gone forever.

So I’m putting it out there…

Are you someone who wants to discover where your voice has been hiding and give it a reason to sing that song you’ve always wanted to sing?

If so, I would so love to aid in that discovery.

Leave your deets below and lets get this musical conversation going!

 

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Person in Training

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crack and the light and the love

 

“To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things
to love what is mortal,
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go”

― Mary Oliver

I used to have an uneasy feeling about whether I’d ever feel at home in my body, whether I’d ever feel like there was home in there to begin with. And if there was no place to call home within me then how could I ever feel like I really belonged in the wider world?. It was more than an uneasy feeling actually. It was a kind of fear. And if medals could be handed for outstanding-in-her-field for obedience to limiting self-belief-fear, then I would of have won those medals and won them good (and I never was the medal winning sort). Now of course these feelings didn’t just prop up one day to bite me on the arse..If that was the case, perhaps all life as we know it would be more straight forward and easier to navigate and we could all just set the compass to “Everything is awesome” and there’d be no fear of falling off-track because there’d be no fear . No, for me it was more like a dull ache. A numbness that pervaded my very presence in my life. Learned behaviours over formative years that stuck and they stuck good. Until some cracks started to appear, as they tend to do.

“There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in”.

 ― Leonard Cohen

So instead of ignoring the cracks, I started to meet them head on and I did so with compassion….eventually! Yoga was always something I was very aware of in terms of it’s benefits beyond the physical, but I wasn’t quite sure what it was really all about, so I adventured in different styles, leading me to start to create a discerning taste for how I wanted to learn the practise of yoga leading me to place an importance in it and me. I made the commitment to myself to never again let my vitality be quelled by fears of “I can’t”, “I’m not good enough” and “I’m not worth it”. I can, I am good enough and I am definitely worth it.* So now I am a yoga teacher/person in training, therein committing even further to my practise so I may start awarding myself medals of the self-compassionate kind. I’m going in the direction of cracking this heart wide-open.

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”

― Anaïs Nin

*Disclaimer: Sometimes the author has days when she does not believe this to be true. On these days she takes to her mat and starts from the beginning because a beginning is a very good place to start.

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The Simple, The Complex and the Compound Gifts.

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So yesterday an article came to my attention via Facebook>via Huffington Post>via a blog by a clearly very wonderful woman, mother and blogger Charlotte Kitley.

The article is one of those pieces that stills you where you stand-The Authors’ choice of words; the hyper-real picture they painted in my mind and the depths to where it reached really brought me to a very present and open place. There were tears- for Charlotte and her beloved family and then of course whilst I am reading the article the sound of three 8 year old boys concocting a world of fierce imagination, complete with their own buoyant energy and joy,  join my senses in this (feels like 5 minutes) journey I am going on and serve to plant me even further into the present. The acute awareness of the extreme vulnerability of living and knowing that this too shall pass. THIS living.

And then because the robots in the inter-web are so cute and quick on the ball, they proffer a recommendation to read a poem written recently by Clive James, on his letting go of his living phase into….who knows what.

 

Rather than feeling the weight of suffering and pain, both of these articles brought an even more vibrant quality to my day. None of us wishes for anyone to be living any less than they are now.

This beautiful poem encapsulates the wishes we have for ourselves, our children, our friends, our families. To become who we are.

Awakening Now by Danna Faulds
Why wait for your awakening?
The moment your eyes are open, seize the day.
Would you hold back when the Beloved beckons?
Would you deliver your litany of sins like a child’s collection of sea shells, prized and labeled?
“No, I can’t step across the threshold,” you say, eyes downcast.
“I’m not worthy” I’m afraid, and my motives aren’t pure.
I’m not perfect, and surely I haven’t practiced nearly enough.
My meditation isn’t deep, and my prayers are sometimes insincere.
I still chew my fingernails, and the refrigerator isn’t clean.
“Do you value your reasons for staying small more than the light shining through the open door?
Forgive yourself.
Now is the only time you have to be whole.
Now is the sole moment that exists to live in the light of your true Self.
 Perfection is not a prerequisite for anything but pain.
Please, oh please, don’t continue to believe in your disbelief.
This is the day of your awakening.

 

Live MORE! Laugh MORE! Love MORE! Be MORE! That’s what I say!

 

Love Ru! x

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Life is Beautiful in Colour.

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Still, for whatever reason-
Perhaps because the winter is so long
And the sky so black-blue,
Or perhaps because the heart narrows
As often as it opens-
I am grateful
That red bird comes all winter
Firing up the landscape
As nothing else can do.

Red Bird – Mary Oliver

 

Rarely a day goes by without a vibrant colour abiding somewhere on my person in the form of a scarf or some colourful mala beads wrapped around the wrists. And now as winter slowly but surely feels it’s way into our days, a healthy sprinkling of colour in the form of clothing, plants, in-season produce, art and the like may be just what the Doctor, Mother Nature, ordered!

When you even just glimpse at some of the beautiful examples (above) of colour in the natural and man/woman created world, you may find that there’s something stimulating in what you see. A kind of energy of some sort. In yoga, one may bring their attention to and indeed investigate the various chakras in the body and the colours of these energy places. Here’s an article with a very basic, but still complete in it’s own way, description of the chakras.

And now to sleep – perchance to dream, hopefully, in Technicolor.

 

G’nite y’all.

 

Love Ru! x

 

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John O’Donohue — The Inner Landscape of Beauty | On Being

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I discovered the beauty of the late poet and spiritualist, John O’Donohue’s work via Tara Brach’s podcasts, which is kind of ironic considering I am Irish an’ all. I like to think that I became aware of him just at the right time, just when I needed to.

He is such a beautiful person to listen to. You hear the goodness and the kindness of his thoughts, words and actions through his voice. So soothing and comforting.

On Being with Krista Tippett is a really special site and contains such an eclectic mix of podcasts, articles and blogs in the realm of spirituality, ethics and ideas.

Here is her interview with John O’Donohue,which took place a few months before his sudden passing.

Enjoy!

John O’Donohue — The Inner Landscape of Beauty | On Being.

Love Ru! x

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