Fíor

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I’m writing these words from the middle seat of a tour van eating a packet of iced gems.

Everyone is some version of hungover but there’s something calming about that.

I’ve made it, kicking and screaming to 30 – an age, for a while, I wasn’t sure I’d ever see.

My body is the physical representation of everything I’ve endured and survived, battle scars and all.

I’m at a stage in my life where I like myself more than I ever have. I stand up for me, and remind myself that I get to choose, get to decide and get to change my mind.

It’s different, I’ve almost become someone else entirely to the point where past me might not be sure if they’d want to be me.

The harp has traveled through that transformation with me.

She continues to be the medium for my song writing. However much I try to bash my brain around the guitar, I keep returning to the sounds of the harp.

She is a privilege to play and I constantly feel inadequate to hold this ancient instrument; constantly I feel like I’m too disconnected from its roots.

But I’m a bit of a believer in ancestral skill being passed down. And I have Irish heritage so maybe there’s something in it.

Fíor’s Offering – a song
Snack song If I could write a song Would it sound like it does in my soul? The Spring, lifts the clouds And colours them rose-gold and cream. So the brush and wild-glowers creep slowly back into place For will I miss you soon? I don't know if I ever can. I walk down the path That I walked so often with you The grass mur murates To wake up the trees from their sleep For our past and memories do disappear all through the sky For are you really gone? I don't know if I ever can know And when my time is done I'll gold into the earth, below.
Art and Music

Fíor, also known as Sekinue, is a Brighton based artist, illustrator and musician. You can find out more about their work at sekinue.co.uk

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