So, March - it's about bloody time. I thought we'd never see the back of February! And I'm not talking about the WiHM promotion - that was great, loved every minute of it. No, I'm talking about all those grey, miserable days, when it was hard to tell the difference between twilight and morning. The … Continue reading Here, Hare, Here – March Arrives and it’s about time.
It's finally arrived. You can't get through a doorway in our house without being brushed by a large felt spider leg or getting skull tinsel in your hair. The skull (cement, not real, I'm ghoulish but not that ghoulish) has been smiling from pride of place on the mantel beneath the black leaf garlands … Continue reading Happy Hallowe’en – Pumpkins and Dark Fiction
Tossing and turning at 3 a.m. The bed is warm, not cosy-warm but fever-warm. The duvet holds me down, traps me as I toss about. And thoughts are black shadows at the edge of my dreaming - repeating as mantras, chanting and chanting until a migraine lurks on the periphery. Forced out of bed, I … Continue reading Restless Sleep, Moon-Dogs and Herbal Tea
It was very quiet on the road, barely a car passed. The sun shimmered through the trees and cows sunned themselves in the pasture, barely acknowledging my passage, their tails lazily flicking flies. The perfect autumn day, the perfect Sunday morning. Again, I took advantage of the slumbering teenagers and left in blissful … Continue reading A Bouquet of Oak Leaves – Autumnal walks
I hate to say it but I believe the true Irish Summer has arrived - flashback to open fires in July and the continual wearing of the favourite fleece, or Aran jumper on holidays. Don't get me wrong - I'm not a huge fan of the heat wave, well, it's not that I don't … Continue reading Where’s Me Jumper? – The true Irish Summer returns
It's our last day at Sonora Beach. It's been a surprisingly lovely epoch in our summer. I guess I didn't know what to expect, here I was, heading off into the sun. Beaches and beer, cheap wine and beautiful views - this was a given. This I knew. What I hadn't factored was travelling … Continue reading Last Spanish Days and Moonlight Moments
I'm loath to say goodbye to May. It's been a treasure of a month. I always feel this way and if you look back in the archives, you will no doubt find a post written in a similar vein from years past. I always feel that I must write something in honour of this most … Continue reading Ode to May – Fare thee well you lovely month
I have just come back from visiting a friend. We worked together in my last job - a manual, night job I worked for over ten years. It was a position I detested with every fibre in my body - I chose not to work during the day, so that I could look after my … Continue reading Conversations on the couch – regarding writing, feeling the fear and the joys of mindfulness.