From the moment I first heard her fierce voice and mighty, fragile heart thru the radio in my teenage bedroom, Sinéad O'Connor has been one of my favourites. Oracle, prophet, pilgrim. Now, ancestor.
Sinead did make her mark, spoke out, let her anger be known. Sadly, most people turn away even when they know there is truth to the words. Makes people uncomfortable to speak out or take action themselves. The wrongs continue because of it.
The world was terribly unfair to her, as it is to most prophets and visionaries. She was transformational, and now, is transformed. Or perhaps she was an angel all along. May we all be emboldened, in memory of her, to raise our voices for love and truth. Thank you, Cathleen, for this marvelous tribute.
This is beautiful. I've read it a couple times, and passed it on to others. I always loved Sinead. This week I've been driving around the Rockies in my pickup, blasting the old albums for my son. He gets why the songs mean so much to me. As far as her death, unfortunately, I'm not surprised. Ever since that time she went missing in Chicago, I thought it might come to this, sooner rather than later. But it hurt more than I thought it would. What a loss.
Thank you, Hannah, for your kind reading and feedback. I am a newly-minted Irish citizen, so that means a whole lot to me. I'm glad I did her justice and got it right.
I saw her perform at the Buffalo State gymnasium. One of the most devastating I've ever seen. I couldn't believe such oversized passion could come from such a human sized frame. She will be missed.
Thanks for honoring her with your words and love. She was a force. There’s nothing quite like her tone to set my heart on fire. I hope she’s at peace at last.
I couldn’t figure out why her death has knocked me off-kilter so badly until you reminded me of all the ways she gave our nascent anger breath and voice. Thank you.
Thank you so much for this Cathleen, this is a beautiful tribute. You put into words so much of what she meant to me that I was not able to express. You remind me that we really don’t like our “idols” too complex or two-dimensional in this culture, do we. We have a hard time with people who we can’t place at the very edges of the good/bad continuum.
I had never seen that poem she published. And now I definitely have to see the documentary. Maybe after another day or two of just listening to her albums.
May her memory be a blessing
Sinead did make her mark, spoke out, let her anger be known. Sadly, most people turn away even when they know there is truth to the words. Makes people uncomfortable to speak out or take action themselves. The wrongs continue because of it.
The world was terribly unfair to her, as it is to most prophets and visionaries. She was transformational, and now, is transformed. Or perhaps she was an angel all along. May we all be emboldened, in memory of her, to raise our voices for love and truth. Thank you, Cathleen, for this marvelous tribute.
Thank you most sincerely for your kind heart, Elizabeth.
This is beautiful. I've read it a couple times, and passed it on to others. I always loved Sinead. This week I've been driving around the Rockies in my pickup, blasting the old albums for my son. He gets why the songs mean so much to me. As far as her death, unfortunately, I'm not surprised. Ever since that time she went missing in Chicago, I thought it might come to this, sooner rather than later. But it hurt more than I thought it would. What a loss.
The image of you driving around in that pickup with Henry, introducing him to Sinead, makes my heart happy.
This was so beautiful and sums up so much of my own feelings, thank you.
Thank you so much for this, as an Irish person it is so respectful and accurate and Beautiful and loving.
Thank you, Hannah, for your kind reading and feedback. I am a newly-minted Irish citizen, so that means a whole lot to me. I'm glad I did her justice and got it right.
I saw her perform at the Buffalo State gymnasium. One of the most devastating I've ever seen. I couldn't believe such oversized passion could come from such a human sized frame. She will be missed.
Thanks for honoring her with your words and love. She was a force. There’s nothing quite like her tone to set my heart on fire. I hope she’s at peace at last.
Thanks, Cathleen. What a tribute.
I couldn’t figure out why her death has knocked me off-kilter so badly until you reminded me of all the ways she gave our nascent anger breath and voice. Thank you.
Just gorgeous. Thank you.
Thanks Cathleen for finding these words in the middle of the storm which is this news.
Thank you....I needed this today as i start my day.
This was a lovely tribute. I will be watching that documentary.
Thank you so much for this Cathleen, this is a beautiful tribute. You put into words so much of what she meant to me that I was not able to express. You remind me that we really don’t like our “idols” too complex or two-dimensional in this culture, do we. We have a hard time with people who we can’t place at the very edges of the good/bad continuum.
I had never seen that poem she published. And now I definitely have to see the documentary. Maybe after another day or two of just listening to her albums.