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
…no hate here…
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
Red Flag One
First Red Flag...
My beautiful chaos-an addictive spice that derives from my muse.