Nobody will ever be able to convince me Ireland is a better country now than it was before. The craftsmanship that goes into making an Irish Harp is incredible and indicative of the soul of this nation. The land, almost magically, plays its part in producing the resonance and acoustics of the soft velvet tones achieved.
All these skills we stand to lose in this future mapped out for us against our will. Will the self entitled, multi/gendered, perennial victim, Starbucks barista ever have the cognitive capabilities to understand or even care what this means? This is the generation we have allowed them to create.
There is a lost generation that’s currently in university being programmed and brainwashed incessantly to be ‘leaders’ (obedient zealots of the hive mind) in this new future world. We will have intercepted it in time however, if we instil in our children all the old ways. Ireland and it’s people have always endured. We now face perhaps our greatest challenge of all to survive.
We must make sure we have the fortitude to endure once more. It amazes me at times how so many people can’t see the connectedness and consequences of all these seemingly isolated things. All will be lost forever, if we don’t make a conscious effort to preserve it.
Our rich culture that has survived through hardship after hardship, struggle after struggle, over millennia, will not even be a memory. It will have died with the last generation who cared. We cannot allow this to happen.
The great champion of the Tuatha de Danann, Lugh Lamhfada, was said to be a master of all crafts and an expert harpist. He was also a warrior who knew that in order to enjoy art, sometimes you had to fight. He was called upon to defeat the one eyed giant Balor, of the Fomorians, on the field of battle at Maigh Tuireadh.
Defeat him he did and his harp played once more. It is up to Ireland’s artists and her warriors to preserve our heritage and culture for the next generations. We must combine to help Ireland in her time of dire need. Moreover, we need to create a generation that will appreciate even wanting it to survive. The decadence of the past two to three decades and the hoodwink of prosperity has made us forget who we are as a people.
Let us remember. Let us fight with all we have and maybe one day soon, Lugh’s harp will play again.



You are bang on Stephen, we are losing our craftmaking skills. The Government in obeying their masters have sent the skills abroad. BTW Lugh Lamhfada = Lamhfhada means long hands in case you didn't know (of course it used to be written without the h but with buailte on top
My beloved Godmother is a traditional Irish harpist. This really resonated with me. Hearing her sweet voice ululate through her house as she plucks her harp while my cousin and me play is a formative/core childhood memory of mine.