I am currently in between seasons. That place between ending one life chapter and beginning another. And I am restless. I want to ‘get going’. But all signs point to staying exactly where I am because whatever is taking form within my being for this next stage is not quite ready yet.
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.
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.
Spring has sprung here in the Cilento and it feels so good in my bones. I love the change in the light, the stretch in the days and the signs of new life all around me. Our neighbour’s dog has had puppies and they are for me the embodiment of spring; new, playful, curious and Read More
It is wonderful to see the colour beginning to return to the landscape and the hustle and bustle of the birds as they prepare for the nesting…