Fatal Distractions

I’m back. I’m back from the land of self-doubt, relentless emotional pain, buried resentments. I’m leaving the land of Let Me Tell You What To Do Because I Know Best. I’m leaving, in other words, the Land of Fatal Distractions. I’ve journeyed right round the houses and have come back to myself; a kinder and…

The Sounds of Silence

I’m going off the grid. Trying the hermit lifestyle: no phone, no internet, no email. The tough part will be not hand writing letters, but if I stop buying stamps, you should be safe. I’ve fancied myself as good with words, to the point that I even felt my words did good. But time after…

Success!

I did it! I completed 54,750 words in 27 days and now have a nice fat first draft of the book I renamed Reinventing Grace when I was halfway through. In fact, it was way less than 27 days because I spent the first week of November moving into my new apartment, and quite a…

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