I’ll be honest with you, I don’t know quite how to rejig my brain to accept some stuff and get on with things right now. First off I am perfectly and completely aware that I am lucky, fortunate, blessed, all that good stuff. Yes, honestly. No there is no but. I know the first reaction…
Category: Mental Health
Humans are terrible at taking advice.
The way my twitter feed is now I seem to have spent the last week constantly alerted to the fact that reports say people need at least two hours in Nature to be happier and healthier. It’s that kind of story that all the papers and news streams seem to latch on, probably as vaguely…
A sense of place and health
A visit to my homeplace recently while my parents were also hosting my brother’s kids had me wandering with a fresh eye around some places I first discovered aged 11, newly transplanted from city living in Dublin. My niece, at 8, is madly curious about everything and adores being outdoors, so I was quickly conned…
Grounding exercises
When I was in secondary school we briefly had a religion teacher, a nun whose name I can’t quite remember, who used to enthuse about God’s beautiful birds singing beautiful songs in God’s beautiful sky. In my memory she is a round woman of pleasant but remote and scrupulous appearance, much given to theatrical sweeps…
Bird therapy on Winterwatch
I’ve become very detached from TV over the past few years and was never really familiar with TV beyond RTE channels anyway. As a result really great things like BBC’s Winterwatch were not on my radar until I was pointed at it recently (thanks!) It’s a gorgeous production – the thermal camera images were beautiful…
A networking world
The idea of worlds within worlds completely fascinates me. When I was very young I was easily convinced that fairies existed in their own miniature domain, flitting about between the plants doing alternatively sweet Disney things and darker, weirder things because I knew of old fairy stories too. I invented landscapes inside myself because I was…
Finding a way in the dark
There was what felt like the last golden day. Sun warmed the face, the wind countered by encouraged buttoning and belting up the coat. I was walking to work, a short but lovely walk where at one point a path sweeps in from the right curving around a small patch of young oak trees. The…
Water, water everywhere
So much that it rushed and curled under the bridge I passed over at lunchtime today, making that faintly indecent schloop noise of swollen water with current fingers weaving and plunging to outpace one another to the next set of rocks or obstinate river bank. Race over, it lazed contently basking in sunshine and the…
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