Reflection
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Yesterday, my second poem was published in Flare Issue 32. It’s called Searching for the Stillness. When I wrote it, I was searching for something. I was asking myself, what is my purpose? I spent a lot of time in my head, thinking about life and meaning, sometimes so caught up in the questions that… Read more
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On 23 August, I wrote a blog called The Practice of Stepping Away. I had finished the first draft of my research paper. It was 38 pages long and, in my words at the time, a warm, stinky turd. 💩🤣 I knew I needed to step away from it. What I didn’t realise was how… Read more
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Last week I was bored. Not a little bit bored. Properly bored. And apparently, this is excellent news for my creativity. Because when I have nothing to do, I write. In the boredom, my mind has time to run free and, as a result, I wrote two new poems. One of them came from looking… Read more
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Last Sunday, we went for a cliff walk in Wicklow. We walked along the coast, enjoyed the views, and saw two lovely seals in the water. We also saw a jellyfish, ate golden pear and picked blackberries. It was one of those simple days that makes you feel light. There was something about that moment… Read more
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21 years together.14 years married.Still here. This is one of my favourite photos of me and Eddie. It’s not the most glamorous or flattering, but it’s the story behind it that I love. The photo was taken in Kuching, Malaysia, on what was supposed to be a romantic evening boat cruise. Except there was a… Read more
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Through these recent posts I’ve been trying to capture my creative journey, but the metaphor I found to describe this part of the process surprised even me. Sometimes writing feels a bit like dancing on a bouncy castle. You start with an idea. You think you know where you’re going. You put one foot down… Read more
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For a long time, I thought my challenge was starting. I had ideas. Lots of them. Projects, notes, drafts, possibilities. My mind was constantly connecting things, noticing patterns, imagining what something could become. But recently I discovered something more uncomfortable. My challenge was not starting – my challenge was finishing. Because there is a strange… Read more
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Reflections on Motherhood and Writing Today is my son’s 9th birthday, and it feels like a fitting day to reflect. There’s something incredible about watching a child grow—knowing that someone so full of personality, curiosity, and possibility began as something so small. A seed, in a way, needing time, care, patience, and love. A few… Read more
