Finding my Voice 2

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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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.

Catherine Maguire

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.

Coming Home

Coming Home

Inside each of us there is a place I believe that we long to call home. Even though I am from Ireland and very proud to be Irish there is also a part of me that never quite felt ‘at home’, like a part of me was always treading water looking to put down deeper roots, to really ground myself, to stop and to be very still.