Saved...

While attending the plants in my greenhouse... I heard Robert (Cat) in the garden,

accompanied by a noise I couldn't identify.

Robert was in the process to acquaint himself with a young visitor.

The bird, which I think was a fledgling blackbird, 

had obviously not been told by his parent about cats...

He just sat there, on a branch of a honeysuckle.

After chasing Robert away, I got my camera, and was able to get very close to the bird.

He was not scared at all, 

or maybe so petrified that it was unable to move.

I gently helped the bird move out of my garden to safer grounds.

I found Robert sulking on the couch...

upset I'd given out to him.

Life can be tough!

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Visitors planning on moving in

A few days ago, I was lying on the couch and watched a sparrow fly into my kitchen

 and sat, quite relaxed, on the top of the open door. 

He left, came back for a second look, and checked out the top of the kitchen cupboards.

Left again, and came back with its partner.

The twittering going on was as if to say, "What you think, would this be a nice place to move in to?"

Robert was watching from the opposite site of the kitchen, also purched on top of a kitchen unit.

The swallows flew very close to him, but didn't seem to be bothered by his presence.

One went further afield and checked out my bathroom.

As much as I love to have swallows nesting in my house, 

and be able to watch the family grow from the comfort of my couch...

the amount of 'poop' from their brief visit put me off the idea...

and the fact that it meant I'd have to keep the kitchen door open at all times...

(it's cold the past month)

and Robert probably would have chicks for breakfast ...

As alway, I love to hear/read your thoughts.

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Many thanks for your visit.

X Corina

Bob Dylan and birds

Before I'll show you what I've been up to the past few days, 

I would like to say happy birthday to Bob Dylan

He's 70 today.

This event brought me back to my16th birthday.

I was given an (old) single by Bob Dylan's

Corrina, Corrina 

(to listen click on the link and, on then on the arrow on the album)

Remember the good old times of records and singles?

Corrina Corrina was the B-side of Blowin' in the Wind

What I had forgotten was the lyrics mention birds!! 

Corrina, Corrina
Gal, where you been so long?
Corrina, Corrina
Gal, where you been so long?
I been worr’in’ ’bout you, baby
Baby, please come home
I got a bird that whistles
I got a bird that sings
I got a bird that whistles
I got a bird that sings
But I ain’ a-got Corrina
Life don’t mean a thing
Corrina, Corrina
Gal, you’re on my mind
Corrina, Corrina
Gal, you’re on my mind
I’m a-thinkin’ ’bout you, baby
I just can’t keep from crying
Copyright © 1962, 1966 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1990, 1994 by Special Rider Music


anyway.... this is what I have been up to the past few days.
Reacquainting myself with my garden and the birds.

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No idea of the name of the shrub, but love the flowers

Strawberries in my 'greenhouse' awaiting for a bit of sun to bring out that

 amazing mouthwatering sweetness.

Acrobatic sparrow. I took the picture through the window, so not so clear, but the fact that the sparrow on the bottom of the almost empty seed-ball-bag, is balancing herself with one leg stuck on the bag, the other one dangling in mid air.

so cute.

made me laugh.

busy times at the feeding 'stations'

and all the sunflower seeds that land in the raised bed, are eaten by the young sparrows, not yet able to balance on the feeders.

During this short journey through my garden, I was accompanied by the gorgeous song from a song thrush.

Lucky me

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This way I, and other visitors to this page can 'read' your thoughts 

 Thank you X

I'm back, kind of...

Remember the last wonderful afternoon in the company of some wonderful children?
I do.
But life has brought me on another roller coaster ride ever since.

I wasn't feeling too well the following day. Was the hour long adventure too much?
Later in the day I was "greeted" by severe pain. Couldn't sit down, lie down or relax with it. Ended up in bed at 7pm, a hot water bottle strapped to my back, stomach filled with painkillers.
To make a long story short, I ended up in hospital with suspected kidney stone, which aggravated fibromyalgia along the left side of my body.
Excruciating pain.
I changed from a reluctant pill taker to happily taking any cocktail of drugs offered to me.

The worst however was and still is... the fact that I was/am so aware to the fact how big a part illness plays in my life. I try so hard to make it all fine and good, but here I was stuck in a hospital bed, ill, dependent, too much time to think, too much time to see the hardship in a small hospital ward.
I felt, "what am I crying about?" I don't have cancer; I don't have young children at home and have to deal with the effects of chemotherapy, and other immense difficult life altering changes for one of the young women.

We had some laughs there too. Much needed light entertainment created by ourselves to deal with life behind doors. Plans were hatched to rob an off licence, dressed in our dressing gowns, armed with the stand holding our drips, and have our fluid bag filled with alcohol.
Laughs too, about the treat of wine gums treats for drinking prune juice; and all those silly 'joys'.

Once released from hospital, I was FULL of conviction that all is well. Being in my own bed was going to make all the difference.
It didn't.
I was still in pain, and incredibly exhausted.
The cocktail of drugs was increased. I lay like a zombie on the couch and saw watching tv for an hour here or there as a good way to spend some time.
With that in mind, I thoughts "I must be ill. I never see tv as a great way to spend time..."


Last night I had a break through.
Or a break down.
I cried to the point that I now have the most wonderful puffy eyes...
Beautiful.
Lovable.


Having been told again that I am living with a chronic illness always comes as a shock to me.
I know it is the case.
I've also been told that I didn't get ill again because of something I did, or didn't do.
Glad to have been told this.
I can either lie in bed and be ill, or get as much as possible out of my life by doing what I can, and be ill.

I can be well.
Within the given boundaries, with a positive, creative, and acceptance mind, I am well.

No doubt life will be lived creatively again. Watch this space to see what creative turns this latest reality check might bring fort. :-)

As energy is extrememly limited and I have to make choices on how to spend it, 

one place I won't be for a while, is facebook,

so if you like to comment on any of the above, 

would you be so kind to write it in the comment box below, instead of on Facebook? 

Thanking you for your understanding and support.

X

Hatched poems- "Re-Hatched"

Yesterday I had the fortune to spend an hour in the company of the children at Liosmor Mochuda National school. A date that was planned during my last visit there, just before the Easter Holidays, when I talked about my latest book, and the making of handmade books.

Lucky me!

The background to yesterday's visit.

In 2004 I had an exhibition in Lismore Library (and later at Tramore library) and as part of this there we a selection of mounted poems on show. This was the first time my writing made it into the world outside.

There were approximately 35 poems. Some of these eventually made it, although slightly edited, into my first book Hatched (see above "books"tab).

These mounted poems were lingering in my house for years. I never had the courage to throw them away.

Before my last visit to the school I thought: maybe the poems can be re-hatched with illustrations by the children. This way they get a new lease of life. "The children get to work with literature," as their teacher Ms Mary England said, "without them knowing it."

I explained about the poems, read some out and asked which image would come to mind. Lots of suggestions were offered.

Each child was given one poem and if it was too difficult a poem to understand, or to create an image for, they were given another one.

Ms England and myself walked around the classroom and encouraged the children with their creations.

I walked around with goosebumps all over my body when viewing some of the work being produced. Some turned out funny, clever, heart warming, beautiful, and amazing.

I will photograph them all and make a little booklet out of them and we have a very good chance to have them exhibited at the library again.

I felt honoured to be working with the children. It was worth every available inch of energy!

Thank you all!!

This image is by Graham, he started with drawing the egg on the top left

 and made his way around the page to have the bird hatch. 

After seeing the colourful bird peeping it's head out on the bottom left, 

I said I would be very happy to be this bird. Happy and colourful.

The bird is a cross between an eagle and a peacock. 

What more can I say!

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An Extraordinary Affair (from RTE Radio Documentary)

This is a story I would like to share with you all.
It is a story of courage, a story of love, a story of the extraordiary lives of two women over two hundred years ago.
You can listen to the always brilliant Documentary , See link below but maybe first read the story, and view the images?
Enjoy!

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An Extraordinary Affair 
 from the RTE website

The Ladies of Llangollen as they came to be known, were two upper-class Anglo-Irish women from Kilkenny.

Eleanor Charlotte Butler (1739 - 1829) was the youngest daughter of the Butler family of Kilkenny Castle. However, her family had difficulties getting her married off - and so introduced her to a young lady - whom they hoped would become her friend and together they could search for two husbands.

Sarah Ponsonby (1755 - 1832) lived with relatives in Woodstock, Kilkenny.

Their families lived only two miles from each other. They met in 1768, and quickly became friends. Over the years they formulated a plan of a private rural retreat. Rather than face the possibility of being forced into unwanted marriages, they ran away together in April 1778. Their families hunted them down and forcefully tried to make them give up their plans - in vain.

They decided to move to England but ended up in Wales, and set up home at Plas Newydd, near the town of Llangollen in 1780.

They devoted their time to seclusion, private studies of literature and languages and improving their estate. They did not actively socialise and were uninterested in fashion.

After a couple of years, their life attracted the interest of the outside world. Their house became a haven for all manner of visitors, mostly writers such as Robert Southey, Wordsworth, Shelley, Byron and Scott, but also the military leader Duke of Wellington and industrialist Josiah Wedgwood; aristocratic novelist Caroline Lamb, who was born a Ponsonby, came to visit too. Even travellers from continental Europe had heard of the couple and came to visit them, for instance Prince Hermann von Pückler-Muskau, the German nobleman and landscape designer who wrote admiringly about them.

The Ladies were known throughout Britain, but in fact led a rather unexciting life. Queen Charlotte wanted to see their cottage and persuaded the King to grant them a pension. Eventually their families came to tolerate them.

Butler and Ponsonby lived together for the rest of their lives, over 50 years. Their books and glassware had both sets of initials and their letters were jointly signed.

Eleanor Butler died in 1829. Sarah Ponsonby died two years later. Their house is now a museum run by Denbighshire County Council. Both of the ladies are buried at St Collen's Church in Llangollen.

Produced and narrated by Leeanne O'Donnell

Production Supervision by Liam O'Brien

First broadcast Saturday 30th April, 2011

An Irish radio documentary from RTÉ Radio 1, Ireland - Documentary on One - the home of Irish radio documentaries.

RTÉ.ie Radio 1: Documentary on One - An Extraordinary Affair

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