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Melody, Unchained

Yesterday Katrisa, Cassidy, and I were in the car when Death Cab for Cutie’s song, “I Will Follow You Into the Dark” came on. As one, the three of us — grandmother, daughter, and granddaughter — sang the whole song right through. Our clear voices floated from the car window into the shiny-clear day as…

Are You Brave Enough?

Edits, Friday the 18th: First, I took out “and Small” Business. Small- and medium-sized local businesses could save the country. If we stopped spending our money at the multinationals and rigidly reduced our fossil fuel consumption, we would have enough money to pay our local farmers and goods purveyors what they deserve. It’s the competition…

Ten Years After*

I love life when it’s like it is today. As if, after long and heavy rains, the sun breaks through the clouds. Rainbows form in every crystal drop and leap from every leaf. The greens are more varied than any artist’s palette, painfully beautiful.The air itself is vibrant with life and love and renewal, and…

A Touchy Subject

Do you remember Diana Ross singing that somewhat sappy, but heartfelt song, “Reach out and touch somebody’s hand/ make this world a better place — if you can”? Ah, now, isn’t that nice? And I remember growing up and hearing in church, “A man’s reach should exceed his grasp”; not quite as comfy-cosy as the…

Just Picture It

Oh, it’s been a long time since I’ve blogged! But I have a very good reason: I’m working on a new book and it incorporates my bloggings. Publishers don’t like material that has already appeared somewhere else, including online like this, so I am musing sparingly these days. The book centres on an American woman,…

Divided We Stand

I have these beautiful gladioluses in my back garden. Fiery coral in colour, they surely would be more at home in Hawaii or California than in northern Donegal, but yet­—here they are. My long-time friends the O’Byrnes (Noel and his son Karl, to be exact) planted various bulbs for me on the last Easter weekend.…

Bees, Happy

‘Tis a field day for Donegal bees. I watch as they stalk each bloom kissing deeply secret spicy places. Then they bee-stagger from my garden full of lavender-love to saunter through the slats of my neighbour’s fence and find sweet peas at last. ~ ~ ~ 3 September 2015 The Garden, Ballymacool

Case Study

Last night during a lull in the Insomnia Wars, I had a dream. Personally, I think dreams are underrated; they are always significant (if only to know what not to eat before bedtime). This dream had as its main feature a lost suitcase and my futile efforts to recover it, despite realising at one point…

Perfect Thyming

I slide the glass door In wafts smell of thyme mint and lavender travel, too, but thyme the stronger scent reaches me first. Thyme, lord of herbs, travels first — lavender and mint close on her heals. This thyme’s a woman, three times the lady I am. I but planted her grounded her roots; her…

Words to the Whys

More than once I’ve been asked why I identify with, and therefore travel, the Sufi path. (It is a path, not a religion. You don’t have to be a Muslim to be a Sufi; anyone can travel the path, either solo or with the beliefs of your choice as a companion.) I found online this…