A time of innocence
A time of consequences
Both, and rather more besides.
It was a time of Helen and Hilary, of Sam and Sue and Sophie. A time of
hurting others through no fault of my own, and being hurt myself through every
fault of my own. A time of working in the dream factory and partying late with
the purveyors of those dreams. A time of struggling financially, yet always
having just enough luck with money to avoid going under. A time of dealing with
a mother’s death, from accompanying her to the departure lounge to preparing the buffet
for the wake, and all done alone because there was nobody around to help. A
time of being very grown up when I needed to be, and living as a kid with a new
toy when I didn’t.
It was a time of learning and loving and losing, but mostly a time of gaining greatly. A time of playing games and
taking responsibility. A time of magic and consequences, and the tone was mostly innocent.
It was the jewel in the crown of a life. So how good it was to find this on
YouTube last night:
One of the colleens heretofore mentioned went to see a
performance of Riverdance in Birmingham, and she bought
me a tape containing a selection of music from the show. As I recall, this piece
was my favourite. In hearing it I got to hold the jewel again, twenty unprepossessing years
down the line.
What I never knew until tonight was where the title came
from. The story of Countess Cathleen can be read here. It’s a
nice story, and it's good to see the redhead not only being in charge but also biffing the blokes.
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