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.
I felt it.
The sap rising in my bones
Just a trickle
But enough to make me turn on the radio
And bop to pop in my living room
So damn grateful for its return
And the aliveness that it brings.
As we step into a new calendar year, I have become acutely aware of the amount of e-mails that I am receiving from people who want me to do something; start this, join that, detox, make resolutions, set goals etc. Dear People of the World, who are leaping head first into 2017,
Got sucked down the rabbit hole of being seen yesterday.
Walked through the land of my egoic mind – needy, clingy, desperate, claustrophobic.
Crossed a bridge into the realm of the soul – desiring, witnessing, yearning, deep presence.
SHE showed up this morning
In the form of a dead wild boar
Laying across the path where I had intended to walk
Stopped in my tracks, literally
When I was young my dad used to light the fire in our kitchen on winter mornings. He had his own ritual for cleaning the grate, removing the ashes, setting the kindling and feeding air to the fire so that the flame would take and the fire would burn strong. So this morning as Read More