I went to meet the sea yesterday. She looked calm. She looked sad.
She saw me, made a little wave. The wind blew harder.
“I’m lonely”, she said. “I miss the children and the dogs and the people. I miss their colours and their sounds. I’m a solo instrument and I want my orchestra back.”
“I understand” I said. “But you mustn’t worry. They miss you too.
They haven’t forgotten you. They crave your soothing company, your changing moods. Your absence is hurting them. They are thinking of you, cherishing old pictures of you – there are thousands you know – all of them beautiful.
Did you know how beautiful you are?”
The sea sighed, heaved. Another wave, this one bigger, reaching further.
“They’ll return when this is over,” I said. “And they will value you more. They’ll be kinder, and might not take you or each other for granted any more”. I pulled a plastic thread from her hair…
“Things will be different for a while” I said. “Maybe forever. Maybe it’ll be even better than before. We will return. And we’ll play together again.”
And I walked on, past the empty hug in the sand. Basking in her fresh and salty scent, feeling a little better after our chat, like I always do.
*I first posted this on Clean Coasts Ballynamona Have a look at the site while you’re here – maybe join us on a beach clean when this is over!
Minutes ago I was wandering around the kitchen wondering what to write about for this week’s issue of the East Cork Journal. I fully intended to avoid the “C-word” but then I saw this article. I can’t resist a good mnemonic – and when the author (Russ Harris, author of The Happiness Trap) then generously gave permission to share it – well, I couldn’t resist. So here it is, edited heavily, full version link below.
When you can’t have a traditional funeral it’s a cruel, double loss. This is where we are now.
If you have been drawn to this post then perhaps you have just suffered a terrible loss, and won’t get to celebrate your loved one’s life and mourn your loss with the funeral that you and they might have wanted.
And if that is so, I’m sorry.
This post is about why funerals matter, what might be different without one, how that might affect you, and ways to help yourself through it.
Good evening all. I’m guessing many of you, like I, have just watched Leo Varadker’s address to the country. It is indeed a challenging time. And what I take from it is we are to do our best to adhere to the guidelines as they still stand.
Most of what we’re seeing this last fortnight has been a mixture of horror stories and humour, the kind we Irish are particularly good at in times of adversity. Good old fashioned denial has its place.
There is a lot of talk of romance and relationships at this time of year isn’t there? I usually aim for submitting a piece here or somewhere online about Valentine’s Day before the actual day – kinda missed the boat on that one this year!
But actually, to be honest, I think I did that on purpose… subconsciously at least. Because I see Valentine’s Day as having too great a potential for acting as a glossing over, a box ticking exercise much like some of the other Hallmark Days we celebrate. Don’t get me wrong – I LOVE a bit of slushy mushy romance! My hubby got me a stone from my favourite beach and painted a heart on it and that was me gone weak! Utterly!
A lot of us apparently. But did you know that the idea that today is “the most depressing day of the year” was completely fabricated by PR company who were employed by a travel company in 2005? In fact a lot of mental health myths were created by PR companies but that’s for another blog post. With regard to this one:
“The formula was devised to help a travel company “analyze when people book holidays and holiday trends,” said Alex Kennedy, spokesperson for Porter Novelli, a London-basedPR agency.”