
A Different Kind of Pile-Up
My stumble then fall
Causes the usual pile-up—
Shock collides into Judgement
And thrusts her forward
To rear-end Shame
My stumble then fall
Causes the usual pile-up—
Shock collides into Judgement
And thrusts her forward
To rear-end Shame
I have been working with cacao for the last 3.5 years. Cacao was one of the first steps I took on my spiritual journey.
I can only be in one part of a room Be in one place at any given time Drive one car Talk of one thing.
I was thinking about the thousand different ways to wear a story this past week, as I celebrated one of my favorite collections of holidays: Groundhog Day/Imbolc and Candlemas.
I’m so on the surface. I grow and grow and I’m feeling muddy and ruddy. red earth. from the belly to the belly. clay and jungle bugs and mystery and awakening.
And Granny cried And the Robin heralded winter I thought I saw a fox peep
Have you noticed the light? Here, the pink has been kissing the dawn. Soft, so soft, and at dusk, it also blushes.
Persephone doesn’t feel timeless. She looks in the mirror and sees the wrinkles of bark tracing lines on her skin. Underground has its own season.
Spirit Whispers her voice into my ear often. Daily. Sometimes in the night. When I ask her for what she knows, she tells me.
Do you play the game? What game exactly, I hear you say, the game of life? Maybe! Fair enough then, read on!
Hi, my name is Mary Ahearne. I am a Westmeath-based artist. I have gained a QQI Level 8 degree in fine art and have exhibited work in different mediums across the county.
I have recently rediscovered the beauty of simple porridge oats for breakfast.