When Mother’s Day Hurts
This weekend is Mother’s Day in Ireland and the UK. For the past few years I’ve written about Mother’s Day without my mother, but this year I hesitated to write about it. I don’t want to be… Continue reading
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Poetry Friday
You Reading This, Be Ready Starting here, what do you want to remember?How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?What scent of old wood hovers, what softenedsound from outside fills the air? Will you… Continue reading
Ask Me Anything About Social Media
Those who follow me on my social media channels will know that in my other life outside of this blog I am a social media writer, trainer and consultant. I’m part of the… Continue reading
Weekly Round-Up
T for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week. These are the posts that have moved me, taught me something, inspired me, and which I’ve wanted to share with you. Don’t forget if you have written a post which you would like readers to see, just […]
Poetry Friday
I will not die an unlived life. I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow… Continue reading
Poetry Friday
PrayingIt doesn’t have to bethe blue iris, it could beweeds in a vacant lot, or a fewsmall stones; justpay attention, then patcha few words together and don’t tryto make them elaborate, this isn’ta… Continue reading
Monday Motivation
“The plain fact is that the planet does not need more successful people. But it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers, and lovers of every kind. It needs people who live… Continue reading
Weekly Round-Up
T for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week. These are the posts that have moved me, taught me something, inspired me, and which I’ve wanted to share with you. Don’t forget if you have written a post which you would like readers to see, just […]
Poetry Friday
ANTIDOTES TO FEAR OF DEATHby Rebecca Elson Sometimes as an antidoteTo fear of death,I eat the stars. Those nights, lying on my back,I suck them from the quenching darkTil they are all, all… Continue reading
