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The challenge of the Now.
We are all faced with daily challenges, such is life. Health and family issues, career choices, it’s a neverending gig. As I continue my wanderings down the road of meditation and mindfulness, I can honestly say there is no current challenge greater for this particular Guinness guzzling classical guitarist than the whole business of living…
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Making mistakes
So there I was, having just had my ears lowered by Vidal of Portobello, making my way down Aungier Street. I was just outside the college when I realised that my bearings had suddenly disappeared. I was at the junction of Whitefriar Street and unsure of myself. Fortunately a passer by came to my assistance…
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Men and women
Along with the rest of the country I have been shocked by the brutal murder of Ashling Murphy. There are no words for this. However life goes on and given that I am a man i can easily carry on with my own little existence relatively unaffected. Not so easy for the women of Ireland.
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A pleasant chat
It’s not that often these days that a female voice addresses me from beneath my feet so in some ways a visit to my talking weighing scales is always a pleasant experience. Until she actually speaks. ‘Hello’, she said in her welcoming way. I declined the opportunity to return her greeting for fear of what…
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Happy New Year
I was picking up a few essentials in My Local Spar earlier this evening. Pringles, Haagen Dazs, the standard life enhancing stuff. I overheard a pleasant chat between a cashier and a customer which ended with a few laughs and an exchange of New Year good wishes, and it occurred to me that this kind…
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My Dublin family
Many years ago, in a different life, my good friend The Queen of Staines asked me a question. She’s that kind of person. ‘Would you like to be a father Peter?’, she inquired of me one day in the office we shared on Chancery Street. I thought for a moment or two and then replied;…
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Dearie me
So there I was, swanning around the Great Institution’s of Chatham Street, Merrion Row, Balfe Street, The Lotts and Wicklow Street. Having the time of it. The whole gig was going swimmingly well. Until I decided to hop onto the weighing scales. 92 kilos. Dearie me. There was only one thing for it. The Weight…
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When people of difference meet
So there I was, making my way through Summerhill and Ballybough en route to Santry and the Friday rendezvous with The Kilkenny Lady. I approached a small group of people who seemed to have most of the path taken up. I was a little surprised when there was no movement with a view to letting…
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Where exactly is ‘here’?
So there I was, having just polished off a very pleasing coffee and almond croissant in The Great Institution of Wicklow Street, also known as Le Perroquet cafe, when I had an interesting exchange with one of the waitresses. I had made my way to the counter with a view to settling my affairs and…
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Ireland united
I happened upon the BBC Radio religious programme ‘Beyond Belief‘ today. Amongst other things the show, presented from Belfast, discussed idea of a united Ireland in the era of Brexit. It seems the youth of the six counties see more practical value in being a part of Europe than the UK and so a united…
Blind light 