So many wonderful creative people. Life is a gift, and it keeps on giving. Until it stops. I suppose that realisation might also be around, no longer thrust out of sight, and is maybe needed to find the grace that unbidden, arrives. Here is another instance of grace. This dance is just three minutes of … More Creativity
In a particular mood, after my early walk this morning, I hunted through the poetry books and from one, Patrick Kavanagh, a photo fell to the floor. My father, my son Neill, and niece Claire in Donegal. Claire now has children older than she was then. It is from 1987, a different time. Everyone has … More Small things
Some quotes/poems from the inundation of posts and emails and articles and blogs: The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the … More Posts pandemic
