May we let our souls sing like Sinead
Fearless
Sharing our heartbreak in the notes
Like little runs of sorrow
Linking us all

May we tell our truths like Sinead
Bravely
On the platforms we have created
Proudly ripping the symbols of our
Oppression
Unapologetically

May we grieve like Sinead
With integrity
Telling our loved ones goodbye
Telling the living to not follow the examples
Of the dead

May we live like Sinead
Shaving good girl expectations off our heads
hearts
souls
Shouting into the occupied void
To the ears that will listen
To the spirits that will follow
You can be free

This by Reredia Finn

Sinead

She died on the feast day of the lost Irish mother goddess Anu…goddess of the oceans and the howling winds and the windswept earth. Anu who the Catholic Church tried to turn into St. Anne the grandmother…but who could not really be tamed.

So many of us, as young women, who first heard her howls knew she spoke for us, expressed what was in our souls for generations. She was so damn brave. So wild. So utterly untamed.

I listened to her songs over and over again and I howled with her and afterwards I would feel better.

The deaths of people with whom I am not personally intimate does not usually matter to much to me.

But this one feels very painful indeed.

Let her be our wild untamed saint. Let her help us take the tape off our mouths and our hearts. Let us always be too loud, too much, too loving, too fierce, too all of it…in her honor.

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