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Finding My Voice

Each spring when the sap begins to rise in the trees and in my bones, I write down an intention for the year ahead. This year my intention was to ‘Share my Voice’. I hadn’t been writing as much as I used to, or as much as I like to, and I was becoming grumpy and cantankerous as a result.

But to share my voice, I had to find it. As so much in my life had changed, I wasn’t really sure what it was, that I wanted to write about.

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What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

Do you remember when you were young and people used to ask you what you wanted to be when you grew up?

What did you say?

Recently a friend of mine told me that I was a ‘bridge’.

I have to admit, it is not the lofty profession I had aspired to as a child, or as a dreamy teenager. But when I thought about it, she was right. And here’s why.

The Burren

A Halloween Story – Hungry Ghosts

Eileen walked out onto the Burren, the lunar limestone karst landscape of the west of Ireland. She walks here every Halloween night. She used to walk it with her mother, but she has long since returned to the soil and Eileen’s daughters have no interest in the ‘old ways’.

So she walks alone.

Except she is never really alone. That is why she walks this road on Halloween night. It is the famine road.

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Meeting My Muse

I have been putting pen to paper for a long time, I have written articles, poetry and even a book, and yet I had no recollection of ever meeting my Muse.

So I went to meet her.

Before she introduced herself to me and made herself visible, she brought me back to my mum’s kitchen where I was making chocolate biscuits. I loved cooking and baking as a child and my mum would let us experiment freely in the kitchen, it was bliss.

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The In Between

Sitting here in this in between space as we go through a journaling process, I realise that I have always been an ‘inbetweener’. I grew up between two villages, on the east coast of Ireland between the land and the sea. I have never ‘belonged’ to a place, a tribe, a concept, always hovering at the edges, dipping in and stepping out as needs be.

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My Doctor’s Prescription Made Me Cry

Well over a decade ago I sat in a doctor’s office to discuss the surgical procedure that I’d had under general anaesthetic to remove the gnarly endometrial tissue that was in my womb. The most discombobulating side effect of the anaesthetic was that it catapulted me ‘out of my body’ and despite my best efforts I was unable to get back in.