It's school Spring break for the kids! On Sunday we were to celebrate our sons' 9th birthday (I mean we still are!) and then pack up the car to take the Ferr...

Do you know that moment when something happens and, almost instantaneously, a whole new world of revelations and possibilities emerge? Where flashes of insig...

My father would tell the story of how, when he walked the mile or so to primary school as a child with his siblings, his feet would begin to hurt in the shoe...

Hugging my warm cup of tea, I gazed out the window and watched the sky turn a deeply rich golden yellow; then orange and, as it moved down below the pine tre...

A Belated Happy Saint Patricks Day! I had the pleasure of interviewing Anthony Murphy of Mythical Ireland yesterday morning on what we can (must) learn from ...

We are currently in unprecedented times. In these times, I believe Mother Earth is demanding that we slow down to become more present to the ways that we are...

A wave washed over me this morning. It was a wave of fear that engulfed my whole being. And so, I stepped outside into the Scottish spring sunshine and walke...

We spent all day Saturday clearing out the loft in our house. It was a much more enjoyable process than I had imagined it would be. I was in declutter heaven...

I pull back the curtains and gasp in surprise at the scene out my window. Clouds of delicate baby pink spread across the sky full of early morning blush. Whi...

A series of signposts sit on the crossroads at the entrance to the estate where I grew up in Dublin. The signposts are clamped to a round pole. My husband an...

Saint Brendan was the 6th Century Irish Monk who is said to have set sail from a tiny little cove called Brandon Creek, or Cuas a Bhodaigh in Irish, on the D...

Mountain energy. Spectacular ruggedness. Majestic peaks. Unapologetic. Awe inspiring. How they stand solid, open to the elemental forces of nature that creat...

"Kimberley Mikado and Coconut Cream, Someone you love, Would love some, Mum!" - Jacobs Advert This is how the Jacobs Biscuits Advert went. A trinity of biscu...

"Who uttered those words?", she asked. Her shrill voice ringing out around the classroom. "I did", I said, raising my honest hand. It had just innocently eek...

My Great Grandmother, Nora, birthed 12 children. I don’t know what surprised me most about this – the fact she gave birth to 12 children or the fact that I o...

I was delivering a workshop in Berlin, Germany a couple of years ago. Over lunch one participant shared snippets of his life growing up right beside the Berl...

“No way”, I responded stubbornly. “Yes way”, my parents said. I had just finished school for good. A long, languid Irish summer lay ahead of me. My parents, ...

My son really dislikes when I sing. The moment I even attempt to sing a word or two of a song, he's onto me in the form of telling me to be quiet and to stop...

The walls were adorned with photos of us children in my family home growing up. Amplifying the importance of family and extended family in our lives.  As one...

I used to hide behind my mother's skirt as a child. Particularly when my father came home from his days' work. The local nursery school had closed down so I ...