I grew up with two grannys. One biological. One non-biological. Gran was my Mum’s Mum. I can only guess at what made her the way she was, because she was a closed book on most of her life and especially feelings. She did anger. Magnificently, passionately, terrifyingly and self righteously like the ministers she listened … More Ye Canny Shove Yer Granny Aff the Bus
We have a strong energetic connection to those we love. Have you ever heard the phone ring and just know who is phoning you without looking at the number? That’s an example of your connection. … More Catastrophic Thinking
Pheasant draws me down the lane He entrances me with his colours Unafraid to dazzle. I pace, thinking how the world has taught me to be careful. I reach the seven sisters, my Beech pioneer. One trunk is storm damaged but still stands. A piece of bark is loose. I see a bird in … More Flying in a new direction.
5.30am : Belfast International Airport I just poured boiling hot tea over my hand in Starbucks. Matcha Green Tea in a pyramid bag. I drove through the night watching a huge crescent moon rise like a scythe. My flight is at 7.45 but there … More Flying to another place.
As a self employed woman living near the border between the north and south of Ireland, my work comes in all shapes, sizes and locations. I was lucky enough to work recently on a project with a good friend Bee Smith in County Cavan. It was part of a wider project funded by Peace IV … More Metamorphosis
Lying in the willow dome I look at the intertwined branches that have woven together over the years. I am emerging from the cloud of deep loss I find myself feeling lost and afraid. As I looked at the web of branches above me it occurs to me that my life is woven in a similar … More Weaving My World
I was talking to a woman today about, actually I’m not sure where the conversation started but the part I remember, that has nagged at me, and stayed with me, and prompted me to open my laptop, six hours later, and search for both of the pieces of writing we discussed, was the memory of my … More Breaking the Cycle
I believe some level of healing is always possible, given time and the right circumstances. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be working in this area. Even as a child I think I was trying to help others to heal, by trying to make them laugh, bringing them posies from the garden or giving them hugs. I … More Caught Between the Stitches
This piece of age old advice is ascribed to King Solomon. My take on it is this: seek out people who’s company leaves you energised, optimistic and uplifted; people who reinforce your inner guidance; people who support your journey and whom you in turn can support and encourage. Of course it’s good to be challenged … More Be Careful of the Company You Keep
In August I had the honour of attending the Common Ground Annual Gathering here in County Fermanagh. Common Ground is an education, retreat and therapy centre based on a farm and the land there is amazingly healing. The annual gathering brings together people who support or have an interest in the work done there. We … More I’m Jealous of The Trees