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Claremorris in the rare oul’ times ‘Tis fierce mild. Lovely start to the year. Christmas was great, and ended up being a much needed holiday. It was probably the first time I’ve had a chance to switch off my brain in about 4 months, and when I realised that’s what needed to be done, I…
I came across the word ‘sonder’ recently in the wonderful Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. sonder n. “the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness”. Apparently it’s noun, though I’d use it the same way…
In trying to figure out who we are, we often cling to where we’re from – though that can change depending on who you’re with
An attempt to run up a hill in Mayo, and some chats along the way about being in the middle of nowhere
Thoughts from holidays home last summer and Christmas; ended up being about small details communication and language again