Windflowers

I watched a young mother phone her family from her hospital bed across from me. The conversation was overheard in the darkness of the ward w...

  She had a warm smile of greeting and she spoke kindly showing careful loving attention towards all guests. Her open heart welcomed you to ...

  Dear Son, You asked me some questions last night that really made me think. I’m not sure of the answers but I wanted you to know what...

We had just bought our first house. It was a small gate lodge with a huge garden. It even had its own little forest in the corner. The ...

Teaching animal management for two years in a college in Northern Ireland was a good experience. The teenagers were full of heart and s...

A Letter to Des You live in Northern Ireland and work the land. Generations of mine have worked this land and while shaping their l...

It was a drawing class and you were excited by your first nude.  The art college had arranged for a sitter and the entire class of art stud...

My father was headmaster of a school in a small village in Northern Ireland high in the Sperrin mountains.  You learn a lot from your ...

There is a monument in Valletta in one of the beautiful parts I found recently.  In fact, there are many lovely monuments around this hist...

Our news is so often dominated by celebrities whose lives are followed by masses hungry for their latest intrigue or disaster.   Or altern...