07 March 2019: I retreated slightly sideways up the stairs, reciting "for whom the bell tolls" in my head. I was proving to myself that I was still present, somehow, and therefore, would not tempt fate nor circumstance by questioning whether it would toll for me come sunrise. My life paralleled this beautiful, yet haunting … Continue reading for whom the belle tolls
Journal entry July 2001: My last reason is gone. máthair chríona We all have one element in common; we share this space laced with invisible threads connecting all life. I can only hope beyond reasoning that every single one of us has had, or will have, one other human being in particular who will … Continue reading sweet alyssum
Journal Entry August 1991: small town, Pennsylvania: Last night was the worst night ever...drunk again, only this time it was so bad...waving a gun around a bar...I feel so humiliated.. They put a gun in my face! ... the laughingstock of all those people, giving me those looks...yet again he has ruined another day. He … Continue reading “A life you love.” (part one)
Journal entry: June 2012 National Trail, Hadrians Wall, mile 20 something: ...It has been raining... Seriously?!?! I cannot believe what an idiot I am. Yes, I can. This is God sending partial punishment from the heavens above as a mere fragment of my life sentence. Dumped half of my pack, hairbrush decidedly irrelevant. Feeling disappointed … Continue reading Pass the parcel – Finish Well
Have you ever wished to sit and speak with someone, simply because you realise there are so, so many words that you never spoke, or perhaps words were spoken, but were never intended, or yearned to open your soul and quietly utter, Namaste? Perhaps, like me, you are labouring under the misapprehension that there could … Continue reading …no hate here…
I was in a small cafe with a friend having coffee and reflecting on the day so far, when our hushed discussion became assaulted by quite loud conversation and laughter taking place at a table adjacent to us. We were not deliberately eavesdropping, but as we were in such close proximity, we could not help … Continue reading one candle
First Red Flag...
My beautiful chaos-an addictive spice that derives from my muse.