I love Celtic music. The jigs, the reels, indeed all the dances are a joy. Not to mention the musicians who play the fiddles, the mandolins and guitars, the accordions, whistles and more. But the lyrics of the songs are so depressing. They speak, for the most part, of death, separation, exile, hardship, rebellion, oppression and war. And they speak of and were written in times long past. But they are still sung today with much the same fervour, romanticizing and perpetuating the sorrow, rage and despair of an earlier age.
Even the first people to inhabit what is now known as the Americas
came from elsewhere. We are all immigrants and immigrants continue to arrive
here and will always do so. But none of us own this land. We are merely
caretakers of it. We have a responsibility to it,
and to each other. Let us sing
joyful songs, full of hope for the present and the future. Let us find reason
to be grateful that we now live here. As imperfect as it may be, or we think it
is, it is far better than so many other places in this troubled world.