Helps To Talk

19/01/2026

Did these moments change you ?
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16/01/2026

Little reminders 💖🥹

14/01/2026

Finding Joy

14/01/2026

31/12/2025

Dear Precious Being,
Happy New Year to all beings wherever you are and however you are today.

I'd like to share a poem I wrote recently...

Magic

Watching the blackness of crows
against the blueness of sky
was stunning and bewitching
When we put a name on it
the form becomes a thing.

I sat and watched this creation
Dance on the sky stage
The wind its music
Enchanted under a spell of wonder.

I wanted to get up
and mirror this artistry
but could not
So, I relaxed and enjoyed the experience
and surrendered to being soaked in beauty.

My body responded with deepening breath
absorbing the magnificence
of flight and freedom.

May you know freedom of mind, body, heart and spirit this moment, day, month and year ahead.

Beannachtaí

Art

24/12/2025

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24/12/2025

❤️🙏🏻❤️

24/12/2025

Some smiles carry tears at Christmas…
You may not see them,
but they’re there—
tucked quietly behind laughter,
wrapped gently inside gratitude.

Because Christmas has a way
of holding joy and loss
in the same breath.

We smile at the tree,
even as we remember
who once helped decorate it.
We laugh at the table,
even as we notice
which chair sits empty now.

Christmas doesn’t forget.
It remembers for us.

It brings back voices
we haven’t heard in years,
recipes written in familiar handwriting,
songs that still know our story
by heart.

There are moments
when happiness catches in the throat—
when joy arrives carrying names
we still miss.

And yet…
we gather anyway.

We light the candles.
We say the prayers.
We pass the plates
and tell the stories
one more time.

Because love doesn’t disappear
when people do.
It stays.
It lingers.
It fills rooms in quieter ways.

So if you see tears behind a Christmas smile,
don’t rush to fix them.

They are not signs of brokenness.
They are proof of love
that mattered deeply.

Christmas doesn’t ask us
to choose between joy and grief.
It invites them both to the table.

And somehow,
in that sacred space—
between memory and miracle—
we find ourselves grateful
for every moment we were given.

Some smiles carry tears at Christmas.
And that’s not weakness.

That’s love
remembering how to show up.

19/12/2025