Apparently my head is always in the clouds, and that I should not speak so loud. Apparently my moods always change, or I am just "too bloody strange". Apparently you are absolutely right, when you say I am not that bright. or that I am easily lead astray, and even walk in a weird way. … Continue reading Apparently
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What do I do now? Where will I go? Must the sun set on all that I believe I know? Then again, What do I know? I must know some things . . . At least, I used to think so.
I just want to help.
Sometimes, the best thing we can do for someone who's growth and wellbeing we care about is to leave them to their own devices - not to advise, not to supervise, not to intervene, or at worst dictate. Stepping in might seem like a good idea, and it might feel like the right thing to … Continue reading I just want to help.
Rethinking Pink?
I know, I know - "Another Brick in the Wall" isn't about bricks in a literal sense, and neither will this post be . . . entirely. I do however, want to loosely add my own two cents to some of the deep-cutting messages behind this iconic song (or at least, what I've interpreted), and … Continue reading Rethinking Pink?
Can we have our cake and eat it too?
Sorry readers, but this isn't about cake. It is however partially about my own beef with the oddly complicated issue of substituting animal leather for other materials, and at least the personal lived experience of this for a slightly lazy consumer like myself. So, it's a little difficult for me to talk about this subject … Continue reading Can we have our cake and eat it too?
Rain falls on Ryan(air)
Split splatPitter patter –So, the rain taps at my window,then batters.First in angst, then with calm,Heavily and hazily, in the balmyFebruary I watch and wait, drinking in the dayAs Ryanair fritters my time away …I am not much of a waiter – what can I say?Standards must be met; checks must be made. Tick tick, … Continue reading Rain falls on Ryan(air)
Fáilte go Ros neamhlach (unfinished)
There was a placelessness to it, which I liked best about it - the Way of the Cross. It somehow did not appear to belong any more than I did. With all of its winding bends of yew trees and rhododendrons, wild fuschias and brambles with glistening glossy blackberries, I could lose myself. I could … Continue reading Fáilte go Ros neamhlach (unfinished)
Fold
I suppose it's easier to hate you. Forgiveness is for fools, right? I look around. I hope and pray, then turn and mull things over; my hoping turns to brewing until even my prayers seem bitter. I want to say I am sorry, even though you no longer care. So you go about your day, … Continue reading Fold
A Thousand Wars (in a thousand years)
We bury our dead as we sing of tomorrow, and mourn for our fallen whilst we dream of a hero. The lights of our city won't warm us tonight, and kindness is scarce among those who fear for their lives. The brave and bold now peaceful and cold can't hear the cries of their children … Continue reading A Thousand Wars (in a thousand years)
Waste not; want not
An underrated phrase which needs no embellishing and would ideally make a meaningful impact on the minds of all who claim to be on the side of helping the planet, the poor, or ideally both. Yet in our day-to-day housekeeping habits, perhaps more of us including myself, are less disciplined in this moral code than … Continue reading Waste not; want not
Ardent Writing 