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.

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.