I’ve spent most of today listening to the General Election Results unfolding on the Irish airwaves and have been going through a whole gamut of emotions.
Counting is still going on and it will be at least tomorrow night, if not Monday or Tuesday before we know the full result.
However, it is clear, at this stage, that we have ditched the existing Government. There is a definite sense of burning bridges about this. I took a breather from listening when I got to the burning bridges feeling and went down and sat in front of the fire. The flames looked fierce but beautiful:
It’s surprising how much an image can change one’s view of situations and this one certainly changed mine. Yes, there may be the darkness of uncertainty but there is the beauty of new possibilities.
We are entering the unknown in political terms in Ireland but there are many options available, even if none of them seems particularly perfect right now.
The whole scenario made me think of a jogger I encountered out on the Coastal Path in Dunmore East recently. He was racing along on a muddy path, taking corners at high speed.
No he didn’t run over the cliff; he rounded the bend with a bit of a skid and bounded happily onwards.
Our politicians have to trust the path and their balance at this point and move ahead with the country’s interests close to their hearts.
I’m glad to say that I, for one, have faith in them as a collective. I think that each and every one of them cares about the country even if they have different policies that they want to pursue.
Yes, it’s exciting times and I must say I’m glad that this is Ireland I’m in and not a place where there’s terrible unrest or a busy billionaire sweeping up votes like it they were confetti.
Clearly, to be continued …..