Introduction: There are roads that wind through places we know, and roads that lead beyond what we see. This is one such road — a quiet boreen where the light changes slowly, where the past walks gentle beside us, and where the distance between what is here and what is beyond feels very small indeed. … Continue reading Bóithrín na nDaoine Eile
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Good Things Grow Slowly
A Note Before We Walk There is a kind of magic found only on a narrow boreen - that quiet, unhurried path winding through the countryside, far from the noise of roads and clocks. When you step onto it at a slow, steady pace, time softens. The sun filters differently through the hedges, every birdcall … Continue reading Good Things Grow Slowly
The Old Bog Road
After a little spell where a slight issue regarding posting comments was demaning that it was resolved took most of my time. I returned first with a spell of contemplation as it were, regarding my last couple of posts. In certain my last post which was amongst My Favoured of poetry that I composed, placed … Continue reading The Old Bog Road
