Cait O'Connor

    Artist Marjorie Wilson   Ranunculus   On my antique oak table the French slipware jug cradles such a temporary fragili...

Passed Lives Could I have been the hermit on a Celtic coast, the writer in her hut, the poet praying at the well. A solitary saint...

    My year is made  because today M has seen the kingfisher on our river bridge. It was before seven in the morning and this poor pho...

Stand with Edward Snowden petition People signing all over the world every half second http://www.avaaz.org/en/

  Pot Pourri , Herbert James Draper 1863-1920     Garden Thoughts I am perennial, lasting, stalwart and courageous; fragi...

Blue Rain Artist Marcia Baldwin Rain Goddess Into each life a rain must fall. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   R...

Funeral for a Friend As I watched a wholly good man’s body laid into the ground after the requiem, the missa pro defunctis, I...

  Notes of a Therapist Part II   Our next meeting was on a night of a Full May Moon, the time when the   planet’s pull bri...

      Fragile Days   The thick coat I wear is   Irish tweed and bears a poet’s pocket, a deep vessel for the rescue of s...

Should we give a state funeral to someone who sought to dismantle it?

We have just received news that all the current production and the threatened possible massive expansion of a local quarry has been ‘mothb...

Good Friday Facebook is fine.   I resisted it for a long while.   I both resisted and detested it in equal measure. I joined it...

Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall The Healer   They called her the Lightworker because she always ...

  I started by asking what her interests were, how did she spend her days? She told me that she didn’t much like days. Th...