Wild camping at Red Tarn My niece Jenny and I have been camping and walking in the English Lake District for a week. There were several highlights, apart from enjoying each others companionship, one of which was a shared meditation we did in late afternoon on the trail with most other walkers gone home. We…
In the Market The lad behind the stall sells me garlic and early potatoes. He isn’t pushy so I return each week to chat and buy. Watching him today in baggy pants I express amused concern as he unloads a box of apples and rises stiff with pain. Eager to help and meet him, with…
Moment of Grace Between gulps of coffee and groans About the fuckup with the keys last night My eye catches Through the small cottage window The struggling form of something. All around the garden Bits of debris, molded leaf, Some shredded particle of Turkish straw From the repaired thatch-ridge, Or small feather that lined A…
I just wanted to comment on this statement that I heard at the discussion with Frank McGuinness after the performance of Sophocles’ “Electra” at NUIG last Monday. Between the 5th. Century B.C. and the time of Shakespeare, Western culture had been transformed not least by the Copernican Revolution and the “Oration” of Pico de Mirandela;…
The Hug of Gaia 