Shiva's and Metta's Mother's Sutra

It's only me! Well, what a first day to the holidays it has been. The boys and I finally made it to Poachers' Pocket where we had a slap up meal, thanks to a parent who provided a voucher. We laughed and chatted and giggled about everything - EVERYTHING. From new schools, to the future, to memories past... when I am with my sons, time just flies. It is just these moments, moment after moment which not even gold can buy. There is something sacred about being with them, about trusting the universe, about allowing a flower to bloom. A bird to sing. This minute to be. When I am with them and they are with me, we have nothing to prove. We know that bond, unbreakable, honest, pure. If i have given my sons nothing else, except that blueprint of what it is like to love someone honestly and utterly and completely, then my life would be entirely worth living. But I know I have given them more than that. I would have loved to have given them much much more, but somethings are beyond m...

Before Rome I was utterly disciplined and in great shape. After Rome, it has all gone quite pear shaped. Literally. But TODAY IS THE DAY, I tell myself everyday, when I get everything in order. But honestly, today will be the day. After blogging today I will go for my run. When I run everything is reset again. And I don't really have an excuse because really, it is a ridiculously gorgeous day. The Easter Festival yesterday was really really lovely. Because of a few things. First, there was no gargantuan effort. Not the usual stressors. Some people worked very hard, but it wasn't like terribly crazy. THEN the WEATHER was awesome. And you know how sometimes people bring things to parties which are simple but also wonderful. Well, an ex-pupil, employee brought is woodworking skills, which filled the top lawn space. And the children were working on the shaving horse and making hurdles in the gorgeous sunshine. Then Ruth made a fire and we sat in the gloaming and laughed and recal...

The spring has been erratic to say the least in Ireland. I have managed to learn to grid my loins and grit my teeth through February. I just accept and adore the winter in January and I used to despair by February. But just as I am beginning to understand the tediousness of the long cold wet winters, and say, it is ok February I will just take you on, instead of saying, please kill me now now now... along comes March and by the time we enter the second week of March and it is still just over 0 degs, I just want a refund. This is most certainly not what I signed up to. And when the equinox has passed and we are still just bumping along the 3 degs mark, I am this is beyond a fucking joke. So it is with absolute DELIGHT when a day like this one comes along and I am awakened by birds gently or very loudly twittering in the trees and the sun just lashing down on the garden. OMG. BEAUTY. Suddenly I am RESTORED. My mood betters and I am singing songs. I am having happy thoughts and life has...

It is very extremely windy today. I have been not blogging because I was in Rome and then I was not very well. And then I was very busy. It feels like I have just landed from the Rome thing. It has taken be the best part of a week and a half to feel middle normal again. I managed to get the car sorted yesterday and then bought a couple of things the house needed. Like a rug for outside the bathroom, more plates. A new pot. Some jambon. It feels weird and flat, if truth be told. I cannot put my finger on it at all. Rome was weird. First, it rained for three days. Then there was the responsibility of looking after the students. After that the unknowns, like the strike. The chaos which is the Italian tourism system. BUT the kids had a great time and so did I. One of my favourite cities in the world? What was there not to love? Then coming back. Things are in complete chaos in the world, if truth be told. The weather, for starters is up the left. Everything, but everything is cold an...

Rule dont apply to crazy people. The truth is that they are not in charge of their own behaviour. They will behave in sickeningly cruel and irrational ways because they can't help it. And that is the point. They really can't help it. It is like a switch has flipped and they no longer are reacting to the world around them. Instead they have entered the kill zone and only their reality counts. When faced with a crazy person, the only thing you CAN do is protect yourself. If you stay.Do not expect any rational behaviour when they are in this state. And that's the other thing you have to realise about crazy people. That they aren't crazy all the time and they aren't crazy to everybody. Just A Select Few. If you are one of the select few who have been singled out for the craziness, then CONGRATULATIONS. Sometimes you wonder why people stay with crazy people. Because most of the time they are not crazy. Most of the time they seem quite sensible. But THEN one day, you re...

Just trying the blog app on the phone. Pic from three years ago

The calm before the flight. It is always a bit of a worry, just before I get onto the flight. No matter how many times I have done it I can never get used to the fear I feel that I have booked myself on the wrong day or month. The past week has been period week. The full moon came and went, bringing along with it some of the most extreme weather we have had since 2013. I remember 2913 because it snowed and snowed and snowed. The boys and I were up in the Mournes on St Patrick Day and it snowed and didn't stop for a week. We had snow drifts all the way to April. It was really quite something. This is not snow on the same scale, but because it was hyped up beyond belief, people were talking about it all the time. There is a touch of hysteria on social media currently. People are always speaking in extremes. It is always in huge grand gestures. It is very tiring. The world is changing, shifting. I look at people and wonder if they realise how far most of them are from reality. ...