Thought-less

The sun is out. I am awake. There are no thoughts in my head. I sit down, duty-bound, to write. I had a dream last night. A couple of students did not want to enter my classroom because I was boring and useless. I had woken to let the cat out and was wondering at... Continue Reading →

Changing Over

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Read After Burnout

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The dreams came with the persistence of flies.

The operator in charge of emergency services had been having the same dreams, night after night. These, he believed, had recurred too often to have been a fluke.

In this dream, the city was clean. The normal polluting buzz of the everyday had gone. The city had been cleansed of people and he found only himself walking along roads and streets that would have usually been plagued by a million lives. In this dream, there were no cars, no trains and no aircraft; noise too seemed to have been wiped away. The only sound that he did hear, and this was a distant, barely audible sound, was that of a flute.

The operator had walked towards this flute and each step that he took gave him reassurance and belief. The flute was a voice that was sweet and it knew his name…

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The Boy Who Lost His Name

I sat at the weekend before some cards and presents from former and current students. The phrase ‘brilliant teacher’ was used. There was one present that was a personalised picture book entitled The Boy Who Lost His Name which focused my attention. Several years have passed since I originally ‘burnt-out’ and now I seem to... Continue Reading →

Bridging the Past

There's a big fat hedgehog wandering around on the edges of our lawn this morning. It's making the most of the early morning sun. And it's just been joined by a wood pigeon who has been here so many times that it probably believes this to be part of its kingdom. The hedgehog was the... Continue Reading →

Wakefulness

riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs. There is nothing quite like a little James Joyce to sprout the hairs on the back of you neck when you are preparing yourself for a Captain Candy escapade.... Continue Reading →

Rain, rain, go away…

The sun had his hat on and my youngest daughter and I went out for a cycle. As we set off the threat of bad weather was on the horizon, so I made sure that we would be cycling on a circular route never more than nine miles from home. It still surprises me how... Continue Reading →

MacMindfulness

Without drugs, modern citizens are turning their eyes upon themselves as a way of coping with the insane demands of our digitally-liberated lives. I remember when I was a teenager and many commentators were welcoming the new dawn of technology as a liberation from work and an invitation to explore the boundaries of leisure. We... Continue Reading →

Both Magical and Maniacal

Life is sweetness wrapped in bile. It's the fruit from the tree that, once bitten, first assaults the taste; those first few moments of regret and dismay. The tongue takes some accustoming to such unwanted shocks and the mind has to readjust to the realisation that all encounters may taste this way. There is probably... Continue Reading →

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