Humanity and I, we are on a short tether. I awoke this morning as happy as I have ever been. My heart was full of gratitude for my husband, my children, my relationships with friends and neighbours. I was fully aware of the comfort and order and opportunities that are mine. I decided not to
Memories & Reflections: Dew covered grass quickly wetting our sockless feet through our open toed sandals, on an early summer morning, my sisters and I made our way to the river. Located at the bottom of a neighbour’s field this was our childhood hide-away. The steep hill down too its cool water, would see us
December 4, 2019 I would be in the arms of my lover thinking the same thoughts but he must away and I can choose the fullness of the earth and the next-best bliss to swim in the sea. December 15, 2019-After a Swim I am grateful this morning to feel. There is hope. Life is
June 2019,when it all began.6 boats took on the challenge of cruising from Athlone to Baltimore in West Cork.15 locations taken in on the way. Our journey began when we set off from Athlone down to Killaloe and on out through Ard Na Crusha Lock. Our first stop over was in Kilrush. Unfortunatly,due to bad
When I was growing up my grandmother often spoke of fairies and goblins and sprites. She loved the piseogs-supersititons. My favourite tale was the one she told about the water sprites who lived in the river Deel. This is what I recall….. The best itme to spot a fairy is dawn or dusk. At these
In the ‘50’s and early’60’s, our family spent Summer holidays in Tramore. We stayed in a caravan site, which had all amenities. The caravan was in a sheltered area. High winds came in off the sea frequently. They were liable to blow a caravan over, if not located properly. There were a lot of day-trippers
One of my favourite places in the world is the mouth of the harbour in Berehaven, with Ardnakinna lighthouse looking down on you from your port side and the Pipers Rocks standing tall and secure to starboard. Even more special are the Glas Lochs, a series of lakes in a scooped-out basin in the Caha
There is a pond in Carriglea Shanballymore about 4km from my home and I was delighted when a pair of swans came to make their home there in the spring. They have been coming there for a number of years. They made a nest and the Pen which is a female swan laid 6 eggs
I have lived with a goddess all my life. She is full of surprises; her twists and turns spectacular, unpredictable. Sometimes she looks hollow and lean timid and shy, sometimes brimming full, bubbling over. Always changing. Never ever quiet though. In the past there were times when her anger raged, erupting escaping onto the streets.
The wind is Southerly tonight. Through the porch window I watch the golden flowers on the Rose of Sharon bush whip, dip and dive. The whine of the autumn wind reaches my ears even through the double-glazed windows. It is the twentieth of October and the nights are, as we say locally, “drawing in”. We
There were very few houses in my West Cork townland, away back in the fifties, that did not give pride of place to the white enamel bucket inside the half-door and its companion, the Pint kitchen measure ready for the regular grand fill. The hob-kettle by the open turf-fire, which was known to burst into
Bogaimis siar chuig na seascaidí i gCorcaigh. Bhíomar inár gcónaí i mBaile an Locha – ach loch ní raibh ann! Bhí taithí againn ar dhul go dít an “Lough”, ceart go leor, ach bhí sin i mBaile Féitheán, thart ar dhá mhíle go leith ó Bhaile an Locha de shiúl na gcos. Is cuimhin liom