After a recent performance of poetry and song, a man approached me and told me that he wanted to learn my “method” so he could replicate it in an upcoming performance of his own.
“What method do you mean?” I asked, thinking that what I do could scarcely be called something as systematic as that.
“You know,” he gestured airily, “mixing Irish language in among the poems and stories and songs. It makes people really pay attention.”
He then went on to explain that he wants to shadow me so that he can learn that “method” and use it himself.
Given the long road to learning Irish and getting a PhD in Celtic, I tried to offer him something more direct.
“You know, I’d like to share with you my real method. It’s really simple. Love the people who show up, and have a good time.”
He would have none of that. There has to be something much more – well – “methodical,” doesn’t there? A formula for making magic? Some Irish words to say that unfailingly ensnare hearts and minds?
The truth is, he could stand there speaking fluent Swahili and if he didn’t love the people who showed up and find a way to enjoy himself, nothing would land and no one would be moved.
But – just think what would would happen if he did!
Oh this is exactly what I experience with you dear Kate, even as I searched for methods, none compares to what I experience in your presence. xxx
It is as simple as that. Well said.
We are indeed simpatico, Ms. Kate. You do way better than i.
Just seeing this now but I have to disagree with that last part, my friend. You incandesce…