Of all the stories I told in school, my least favourite from the RE syllabus of the time, concerned King Herod’s frantic attempt to get rid of the Baby Jesus. In a blind and jealous rage he orders the slaying of all male children of two years old and under: ‘The Slaughter of the Innocents’….an horrific event affecting mothers, fathers, siblings and extended families. That was a long time ago and yet, as I write this, I am so aware of the pain and suffering perpetrated against innocent people around the world. Continue reading
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…All in the mind….
All of Anne’s girls love to talk. I love listening to them – but not all at the same time….. Ciara, the youngest, has to fight hardest for everyone’s undivided attention ( ‘Not true! ‘say the others, but this is my blog and I’ll make up what I like!) She’s in fifth year and alongside other impressive subjects, she’s studying psychology. Now, Anne gets feedback on a daily basis – I have to wait till Sunday but boy is it worth it! Continue reading
….Feeling Rubbish….
First day of Advent – NOW I can light the candle without fear of reproach! I watch it burn – fierce and vital – through the gloom of this dismal Tuesday morning. What a day! I allow myself the luxurious thought that I do not have to go out….. anywhere……not even to my bin where (seasonally) there is no room. So, I ask my lovely neighbour: Continue reading
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