"Relax. Don't work so much. Don't work so hard," said Mother Nature. Did anyone listen to her? Of course not. Priorities were in place as...

Forget what I said about the birds on your face. I thought you looked flustered and pale but it was only the doves way to show you they...

"Here is the start of a new year, a new decade." That means nothing. To me, life is a continuous line, bending and twisting like a river...

I have so many leaves in my head but it's only my breath blowing them around. I undergo the Sisyphean task of organising them into neat...

After the storm, all is calm. A certain energy runs through the air around a hurricane. There is a high energy during the wind and rain,...

Departure: The white noise of the airplane drowns out all anxieties of crashing into the Atlantic Ocean. I look around and pick out all...

"Live like a butterfly, take a rest but never forget to fly." Remember all the changes you have gone through to get to where you are. Are...

There is a white elephant in the room. Some days I paint it red crimson smears of finger fury; another day of gray smoke escapes the...

Wet cool cement in the littoral zone holds our signature like a first impression. Tracks circle tracks; they become lost in a barefoot...

I. Butterfly wings lay in the grass, fallen from the air like petals drawn on by God's crayons. Let's collect them for your wife and...

Nestled in County Meath is a quaint town. In this quaint town there's an ancient kingdom. In this ancient kingdom there are old bridges...

I may or may not be writing this in blood. Not only is my journal filled to the brim with my inky life from New Years to yesterday, but...

Sunday wisdom: Share the Love. The weekends last longer in the simmering summer sunshine. We spend less time pacing the indoors and more...

I am fearless hugging the bowsprit. My harness, imprinting my belly, keeps me safe. The boat is not moving. The air plays with the...

The fear of meeting someone else in the woods: Your father. Not a bear, not a camera in a tree. Living with him is like the fear of...

I smell my memories and remember them with my gut although I can never see them, they are true to me. I smell the gasoline fuming from...

Ireland had one season today and that is the one with mosquitoes, shorts and tank-tops. My windows let in a warm breeze, the sound of a...

Remember my blog from last year when I was job hunting and spending my days wandering the streets, sipping tea, and getting ignored by...

The trees are graveyards for high hopes; they hold Winter wishes for change. A new direction is in charge. Mr. Spaceman flaps over the...