Poetry Friday
IN PASSINGby Lisel Mueller How swiftly the strained honeyof afternoon lightflows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs offits special mysteryin order to break into blossom: as if what exists, existsso that it… Continue reading
IN PASSINGby Lisel Mueller How swiftly the strained honeyof afternoon lightflows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs offits special mysteryin order to break into blossom: as if what exists, existsso that it… Continue reading
I have been struggling a bit this past week with feelings of being overwhelmed and tired and that old black dog has been nipping at my heels. So, I thought I had better re-read… Continue reading
Time for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week.
Perhaps it is because I come from an Irish tradition of the seanachai, the story-teller, that I hold the art of storytelling in such high esteem. In times past, neighbours gathered around the fire… Continue reading
Everything Is Waiting for You Your great mistake is to act the dramaas if you were alone. As if lifewere a progressive and cunning crimewith no witness to the tiny hiddentransgressions. To feel… Continue reading
“Ten times a day something happens to me like this–some strengthening throb of amazement–some good sweet empathetic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that… Continue reading
Time for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week.
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
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