I'm at Mullindress, my house on Rathlin Island. Foils of wind are picking up pace, their song setting sail to the clouds, galloping tresses chasing something in the distance, an epiphany or a fallen star, its intensity close and all the same far beyond my reach. My daughter is with me, her as yet unborn son sharing the view… Continue reading Stepping off the edge of life with the gift of life.
It was my birthday yesterday. A time, I suppose, for reflection, but given I do plenty of thinking most days it's not really a day for revelation. The days of the past are with me all the time, in colours, hanging around my shoulders like a gregarious puff of smoke. Some bright, some dark and… Continue reading What do you see in the sea? Birthdays and babies…
The snowdrops have blossomed in the garden. Their little heads are bowed, almost provocatively, so they are either shy or coy, regardless, they are breathtakingly eye catching so objective achieved. They don't need to straighten their neck and shoulders to catch us in the eye as they compel us to drop to our knees, the… Continue reading snowdrop valentine
As 2014 draws to a close I look beyond the horizon and see 2015 waiting on the shoulder of tomorrow, its imminent arrival promising new beginnings and new life. I'll be meeting my grandson in a matter of days, or hours; moments that are hurdling the precipice of soon. He's doing well, thriving healthily in his mother's womb,… Continue reading The brilliant moon is rising