Recently I had the pleasure of being interviewed by Lyn Thurman for her Quiet Rebellion Against the Ordinary podcast. We spoke about many things including how I went from being a farm girl to a television executive, to a shaman on top of a mountain in southern Italy.
Growing up in Ireland I was always aware of Saint Brigid. Each year rushes would be gathered and strewn over school desks where my classmates and I would weave Brigid’s crosses. The crosses would then be brought home and hung over the doorways of our houses as talismans for blessings and protection for the year Read More
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.
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.
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.
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.