Irish Warrior Princess

I am breathing, you are breathing, there is hope. We are all human beings except for our AI friends that can only read about experiences, analyze patterns, and answer questions. I used to be afraid of AI-what it would do to humankind and how it would end the world.

I am no expert in those types of things. Computers, computer programming, data, data centers. It may be good, it may not. Time will tell.

I have lived many years and have traveled many miles. I have loved and I have lost. I am not aging gracefully. I don’t enjoy getting older, I miss my youth. It seemed so carefree. Riding my bike, playing kick the can with the neighborhood kids, playing you can’t touch the ground. Going to the beach, riding the waves, coming out of the ocean and laying on the hot sand and sinking in. Not a care in the world. Except I was fair skinned and usually burned. The burns turned into blisters. Ouch that wasn’t fun.

If I could freeze time in a moment, of fun and laughter, when would it be? What comes to mind is when I was dating my first love. I was sixteen, he was eighteen. In the dark summer night, we would walk holding hands while walking our dogs. My dog’s name was Ruffles, his was….. I could see him and his German Shepherd’s coat. I cannot remember his dog’s name.

What I do remember is walking holding hands under the starry night. At the end of the walk, before going home we would kiss. He would hold my chin and lift my head to his lips. The tenderness of the night, the tenderness of the kiss. In that moment, life was beautiful. Love was beautiful. All was well in my world.

Have you ever seen your first love and you from an observer’s perspective? That is how I see us and our fur babies. In silhouette, in shadows, in tenderness.

Those moments cannot be taken away. I will always look at them with gratitude. But then, I must let them go and let him go.

There was tragedy, there were tears, there was loss. Oh but there was love. My wish for him is that he is happy, that he has found love and that he may remember sometimes in the quiet of night, the kiss we shared under the stars and wish me well.

May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.

Good night dear one.

Irish Warrior Prince