Meeting Mr. Concertina & Mrs. Mr. Concertina in that Hotel that Day Last Week aka Tóg go bog é!

In my radio show this week which you can listen to above or below, I talked about the beautiful new friends I met just before recording the radio show. Mr. Concertina is from the North West of England, just below Newcastle if memory serves. Or did she say above it. Because it wasn't Mr. Concertina who told us. It was Mrs. Mr. Concertina who told us. And it was she too who told us that Mr. Concertina was Mr. Concertina. While he was gone to the bar or somewhere. Because up to this point all we knew was that the two people at the table next to us had the most lovely accents. Not the same but different. I myself especially loved Mrs. Mr. Concertina's accent. And Mrs. Mr. Concertina told me that Mr. Concertina wasn't only a concertina man, but also a dulcimer man. Not the hammer type, but the across-your-knee-and-plucked-with-your-fingernails type.

Just there now, I went over to my #ProverbialLIBRARIAN and I asked her to give me some info and pics of the knee-type dulcimer. Her info told me that they are also called a Mountain Dulcimer (which would make sense as you could just yank them over your shoulder and climb every mountain with them). They could also be called an Appalachian Dulcimer. And my #ProverbialLIBRARIAN also told me that it was played by that beaufiful American folk singer & songwriter called Jean Ruth Ritchie who was also known in some circles as the Mother of Folk. I'll play some of her songs for sure in an upcoming show! Yes and I motherfolking will!

In anyway, I really really really enjoyed the over-3-hours we spent chatting to Mr. & Mrs. Mr. Concertina. And I played some tunes (songs really) for you, and I played a few songs which were recommended to me by my good friend Fritz. And I'm sending love and good wishes to Germany to Gudrun, and I hope you'll come over and visit us soon.

And I played a request from myself to the beautiful singer and flute player and whistle player, Katie Theasby. And Katie, tóg go bog é! Everyone, tóg go bog é le bhur dtoill. Múch an teilifís. Caith uait na nuachtáin. Fág uait Facebook agus #eXtwitter mar a bheirim féin air, agus éist le huair a chloig de cheol deas réidh séimh mar atá i mo chlár raidió "Rogha Bhríde Radio Show - Ceol le muid a Chothú agus a Chneasú (MusicToNourish&Heal)".

With requests and love to Katie Theasby (Singer/musician), Concertina Man, Mrs. Concertina Man, und Fritz&Gudrun. Agus le ceol álainn ó/and w beautiful music from:
An Tor, Bube Dame Koenig, Lá Lugh, Sting (putting on his best bad Irish accent), Sandra Steinort mit Moremaids, Chris De Burgh, Altan, Sharon Shannon featuring #SinéadOConnor, The Byrds, Agus #MickJagger leis na Stoners.

Bain taitneamh agus tairbhe as! I hope you enjoy it!

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⏰***Ti-I-y-I'm, is on my side, yes it is!***⏰22.03.'24

 ***Ti-I-y-I'm, is on my side, yes it is!***

🕰🕰🕰⌚️🕰
In October 2023, just around my 55th birthday, I visited my brother Pádraig up on the Hill. We sat looking across the bay at Muckish mountain and Errigle, and over at the Shandon Hotel where we had played music when we were kids. It was a gloriously sunny day. So warm. Pádraig gave me a present of a beautiful watch. He is mad about the watches and clocks and beautiful mechanisms of all sorts. He is a master carpenter as well, and a brilliant artist, so his creations are a mixture of all those loves he has. But in anyway, the day he gave me my watch, he told me he didn't have a new battery for it, but would put a battery in that still had some life in her, and that would keep me going until I got the chance to get a new battery. He told me that when a watch battery is at the end of its days, the wee second hand will hop about 5 or ten paces, rather than the usual 1 wee hop per second. I can't remember why he told me this happens, but he said it's a way of knowing that you will soon have to find a new battery.
In anyway, about 5 weeks ago I was in this brilliant shop. The type that has one of everything that you've ever needed for a household or farm. (Like Micky Joe's Country Store used to be, until Micky Joe handed it over to someone else. Ochón.) And I saw a wee battery that was the same size as my watch's one. But the number was different. So I asked the wee man if he thought the battery would do the wee jobby, even thought it wasn't the exact same kind. The wee man said yeah. (I didn't really totally believe that he totally knew, but I ran with it anyway, because even a few days of having my lovely watch work was better than no day).
I asked the wee man would he put the wee battery in for me, (I thought I deserved this, after his having tried to pull a blinder on me) . He obliged and I was delighted and I left with my wee bunch of things that you don't REALLY need in our household, but will make you very friggin' happy. In any event, the wee battery did a great job for about 3 weeks. And then it started doing the wee skippy thing and then it stopped, so then I KNEW. Yesterday I brushed past the watch sitting on my desk, and saw it was still stopped. (Never think never!). And JUST THERE NOW a wee while before noon today, I picked up the watch and put it in my pocket as a reminder to get a new battery. I went into my other wee room and looked at the clock and the clock said 11:57 and I thought, "that's odd!". So I took the wee watch out of my pocket and it said "11:57". And my heart skipped a wee beat and I thought "waow! You're working again!" but then I stared at it for ages to see if it would do the wee dance for me, and it didn't. So I guess that's just Ti-I-y-I'm having the craic with me.
I like it!

Slán go fóill agus bíodh lá deas agat duit féin!
🕰🕰🕰⌚️🕰 Bríd
PS 🕊 My beautiful little dove just landed on the wee bush outside my winder as I finished that. ❤️ 

Update on my post from one year ago re Carnivore Diet

 I am no longer affiliated with the product mentioned in the post linked below. I am removing the link. The information is still totally relevant. I appreciate fully the work of Jeremy Ayers. I do not resonate with his team. There are lots of doctors who are teaching for free, while also having paid memberships. Both are totally valid. You will find the right one for you! Trust & Believe.

Go GET your wings!
Le grá as Gaillimh,
Bríd Linnet
PS The testimonial below is testament to the Carnivore lifestyle in general.

Original post here with some changes made today:

Aisling Ní Acamé: Me want to feel Better like. Naturally! UPDATED on 5thMarch2024 (aislingniacame.blogspot.com)

Bríd "Linnet" "GentleDove" Ní Mhaoileoin gets her WingsSings Back (I've got my)

 A chairde uaisle,
Tá sí ag teacht.
#WatchThisSpace
#MarADúirtAnBheanADúirtÉ on Twitter/Facebook/Instagram (and more to follow! Watch it! She's back! "Is that a promise Bríd, or a threat?"      "It's a Promise. A Pinkey one!")
#ItsAProcess (Go raibh maith agat ó chroí na gcroíthe a Anne McCabe. Mo cheol go deo thú!)

⭐ When a Star is Born 0005 🌠 aka Droga Diana (S-I-X Weeks Old)

#LoveLoveLoveLiveLove  

Drogie piękne 42-dniowe dziecko w ramionach Twojej pięknej matki, /Dear little baby in your beautiful mammy's arms, 

Masz sześć tygodni! (42 dni!) Tá tú sé seachtaine d'aois! (42 lá!)

You are six weeks old!  (42 days!)

* Maidin mhaith as Gaillimh * Good morning from Galway * Pozdrowienia od sąsiada z Galway *

Some people in this crazy way of things right now say in the beautiful English language, "grand risings", instead of "good morning".

Each to their beautiful own. Own.It.

But, everybody who knows me better than superficially knows that I don't give a (beautiful) tinker's curse, nor a (gorgeous) fiddler's fart, about the Jonesiz.
(Except for caring about their well-being and wellness).

BUT there IS ONE PERSON who's opinion DOES MATTER TO ME.

And that is my good friend Niall Guy, formerly of the beautiful, historic, important, gigantic James Connolly Tower, Ballymun, where I lived blissfully with him that year.

If *I* were to say "Grand Risings" to you or to anyone, I would have Niall's beautiful face and voice in my head saying:

"Ya fukin' SAP Briadge!"

But I digress.

Do you love music? Singing? Swaying to music? Lilting along? Humming? Whistling along?
Do you *love* languages? Mother tongues? Father tongues? OtherLanguages? Romance languages? Slavic languages? Ancient beautiful Celtic languages? Groovy languages with clicks and all groovy types of things? The beautiful clever English language? 

(I *know* you're a bit young and wee for all of that Lovely Diana, but in a previous life maybe???)

Do you like to be silly? And childlike? And singing out of tune as in Ger Wolfe's beautiful song "I watched the sun"?

Do you like to laugh? And copy accents? And daydream? And talk to your imaginary friends?

Well! Have a listen to this 23-minute excerpt from my radio show "Rogha Bhríde" - Bríd & Brigit's choice - Music to Nourish & Heal, from Flirt FM 101.3, Galway.

Start your day with a few lovely things around you.
Have your breakfast coffee in your favourite cup. (Tell your ma and da!)
With your favourite colours around you.

Just tell yer ma to find 3 things that you love to look at, and place them on her table or breakfast counter so you can see them while having yourself 20 minutes of peace and tranquility this new day in your bouncy-bed-thingy.




Right Little  Lady, I know *you* have funk all else to do today but lie there like a beautiful lazy layabout, being boob fed by that gorgeous mammy of yours & cooned at by that "tall and kind" daddy of yours, but

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,  (myself) 

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.

and my wee beautiful gentle reminder to go get meself a 'nother cuppa coffee has just sounded.
That be, my beautiful "hillside" wooden-sounding thing that goes off on my mobile phone, which sounds like that gorgeous wee wooden box on a drum kit in a Céilí Band, like the Shannon Vale Céilí Band, innit pet?

PS What did you say kochane piękne dziecko. WHERE'S THE Essential Rogha Bhríde Radio Show playlist for today?
Coming up right after my second cuppa coffee love!

⭐ When a Star is Born 0004 🌠 aka Droga Diana (Three Weeks Old)

#Procrastination #SelfSabotage #MovingOn #HeyDreamer #JohnSpillane #CarnivorousMe Drogi piękny noworodku w ramionach mamusi/Dear little newborn baby in your beautiful mammy's arms, masz trzy tygodnie! (Dwadzieścia jeden dni!) You are three weeks old! (21 days!) I miss you! I'm often away from home, and I never miss it. I always love coming home, but I don't miss being away. But I miss you! Yesterday at a special market in a garden centre, I saw some little towels with some cute little designs, and I thought of you. I'm working on improving my life by following John Spillane's two songs, "Hey Dreamer" and "I'm Moving On". Taking a leaf out of my son's book that he's reading "Atomic Habits", and my own book which I was inspired to read by that beautiful Amanda and her gorgeous husband Scott, Jordan Peterson's "12 Rules of Life". Last evening a few hours before going to bed, I watched Amanda's most recent video. It was just what I wanted. And I set my alarm clock for 6am {piece of cake these dayz as I'm going to bed with sunset and rising at sunrise}, and I wrote in my "WantToDoList" that I would "work from 7am until 11am". I've just realised, and it's not the first time, that putting pressure on myself to "work" isn't conducive to my go-with-the-flow nature. Pushing too hard for something just pushes it away, as in the gorgeous song by Fia, "The Art of Letting Go". She sings "the more I struggle and fight, trying to get it all right, I push away the very thing I want/Thinking it's all up to me, deciding how it will be, forgetting that I'm guided by the one/So I forgive myself over again, because I'm doing the best that I can, and there are no mistakes, I learn everyday, and the Universe is showing me the way". What I saw first hand before, is that everything I do to improve my life and wellbeing is "work", and I just want to remember it everyday. And to remember that by starting my day off with doing some of the more fun work things, then I fire myself up for a few hours of concentrated and focussed "dollar work", which gives me more wings to do more of the non-dollar things. 💸💸💸 So here I am dear Diana, practising what I teach. Start your day with creative, fun work, and know that you will be focussed and clear to do 4 or 5 hours of dollar work in the afternooon or evening, depending on the position of the sun, the amount of clouds, the vicinity of friends I haven't seen in a long time, etc. etc. (I *know* you're a bit young to be earning dollars babe, but tell your ma and da...!) And now I'll leave you to sleep beautiful little blondie, with some gorgeous songs to soothe you, and Amanda's beautiful YouTube video from the other day. Here's today's Essential Rogha Bhríde Radio Show Music on SpotifyMusic Le grá mór,
Twoja samozwańcza przybrana ciotka, Bríd

⭐ When a Star is Born 0003 🌠 aka Drogi Piękny Noworodku w Ramionach Mamusi/Dear little newborn baby in your beautiful mammy's arms

Dear little newborn baby in your beautiful mammy's arms/Drogi piękny noworodku w ramionach mamusi, 

I had 3 items of evidence of you little angel. But they were all circumstantial, because there was not a bit of you in sight. Just the beautiful items of clothing on the clothes horse that day in the Galway sunshine. Pink! Which had me guess that you're a girl! Yayyyy! And your beautiful black & gold pram sparkling in the rays of the sun! And of course your mammy's beautiful big round proud belly that morning I saw for the first time that you were in sight. Just hours before she left to bring you into the world. 

So the four magpies were just a decoy! Boy?! Nice try magpie-family!

And your big brother is so, so proud of you. And he is the best, best, BEST big bother (small letters) in the whole wide world.

Yesterday I got more evidence!

REAL evidence.

I actually got to see you in all your glory! And WHAT glory that is! And I learnt your name. The BEST name out there. Diana. I *love* it!

Welcome to the 'hood little shining angel Diana.

We have all been waiting for you!

Lots of love,
Le grá mór,
Twoja samozwańcza przybrana ciotka, Bríd
PS Please share this video with you beautiful mammy and your big tall gentle daddy, and remember Diana ("to shine") and Seraphin ("the fiery one" that I see has a loving gentle demeanor). And remember forever these lyrics from this amazing song by our national treasure, John Spillane: "...we were children, and our mothers were young, and fathers were tall and kind"!

PPS Did I mention that you are about 2 weeks old. Your mammy and daddy told me!