Grateful 52

There was a time when I swore to the world and anyone else listening that I’d never, ever, ever, go digital when it came to

As a card-carrying Catholic, I’m pretty well up on my saints. I can’t say I know them all, but I thought I’d heard of most

I’ve a rather vivid imagination. I’ve spent many an idle hour borrowing lives, wondering what I would have done were I in a particular situation.

I’ve been giving a lot of thought to what I’ll do with my bits and bobs when I die. Not my art or what money

The hospital ward. Six beds. Six men. Six men who might well have been born in six different decades. There is always a ward attendant

I’ve a fondness for odd words that succinctly describe key concepts or feelings or situations. Like Hiraeth.

I’ve never had a hankering to be anything but Irish. I’ve never coveted an accent or a way of life. Yes, I would like to

Since I first read it, way back when, I’ve given many friends and acquaintances copies of Anthony de Mello’s book Awareness. On the rare occasion

I needed this. Perhaps you do, too. Own the day.

A while back, I had three episodes in three different countries, where I swore blind I didn’t do something or did something else. I’d have

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