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.
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 saw him once at dawn. The pink glow rouged his fur to fire as he sleeked across the field. … More Red Fox
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
I spent some time in my willow dome this morning. I go there when I need comfort, renewal and re-connection. I lie (on my waterproof blanket – I live in the wettest county in Northern Ireland) on the earth and remember that I lay my body, on the body of the earth, our planet. This … More Nurtured by Nature