Deb Montgomery

…Perhaps I will figure out how to transfer my pics from dig camera to disc
to the library computer in Drumshambo…but for now you’ll just have to trust that
I was walking barefoot in the Irish Sea a couple days ago. Beautiful and fierce.
Fierce and Beautiful. Like life sometimes. Funny that we often trust the calm in
our everyday lives more than the fierce moments…times.

My uncle asked me some pretty cool questions which I could not answer. “So Debbie,
yep he calls me Debbie…and he can cause he’s cool..so Debbie, you seem fun and funny and tough and lovely..and I was just wondering if you ever think of writing a happy song? Your stuff seems fairly dark in places….” It’s a great question and a fair question..but I don’t know the answer and that’s what I told him. I thanked him for asking me though. I’m sure a few people have wanted to ask that in my time…

but maybe it’s in my partly Irish Blood to catch the songs that express the hard parts…or hard bits as one friend calls them…there are times in my life when I feel like I hit a wall and I’m knawing on it…that’s just how impossible it feels to
get through it…some obviously far more intense or awful than others..but still there it is…and crying doesn’t move me through it, nor laughing nor drinking nor praying nor raging like the sea…so I pick up my guitar and begin to pick or strum and hum or wail in a musical kind of way..you can sing an ugly thing and make it beautiful..you can sing a grief and make it song..you can distort and guitar and scream something angry to a rhythm…and make it fun..

out of nothingness something comes..and there is the song. and it feels like a gift and it feels like there’s a giver..and somehow faith is restored.

It’s still not an answer to my uncles good question…but I like the question.

Speaking of Irish Songs, I am staying with the multi-talented Eileen O Toole in Drumshambo..tonight off to a local Irish Session complete with flutes, accordians,
fiddles, pipes and bodhran with a little accent above the a….
when Ei picked me up she explained she lives in a little Irish Farmhouse…Old as the hills..truly but is out of oil so no hot water…this morning I had THE coldest
bird bath EVER!!! But it makes me feel good. like I’m REALLY in the country!

Today I was on a riverboat on the SHannon…a two hundred mile river which apparently starts at what Eileen calls a burp of a beginning..puddle…
you see how much water can come from little things…lots of life from a small place.. sometimes the things of God are born in little burps. Be prepared to be surprised. Try that one on today.

Met a man on a boat today off to hunt ducks with a cute yellow Lab by the name of Sam…”He won’t quit looking for the bird til I call him off!” Well… lovely.

I met a woman today who’s Irish and wants to marry a canadian guy…asked if I knew any…I told her to go to Sarnia and hang out at a bar….was that ok?

I’m hungry. It’s almost dinner time. Off for some guiness. High in the B vitamins and Iron apparently,….if that’s not true please don’t ‘contact’ me to tell me the
truth on this one!

Peace…and more peace within and around.
Deb

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