The city dweller might think this absoluteness of silence and darkness intimidating or boring, but I am transfixed.
Category: Inis Meáin
Life in the other language
There are many joys to my life on the island – the scenery, the unfussiness of it all, my job, the sea – but perhaps my greatest joy is hearing Irish spoken and used every day.
Lockdown. This time on an island.
Unlike last time, where grand gestures were the thing to be doing, this time it’ll be the small gestures that will haul our tired and weary asses through the next six weeks.
In praise of swimming in the sea
I think the sea swimming is an act of gratitude – gratitude perhaps for being alive, healthy and happy, and for being all those things here.
Inis Meáin II: I moved there
I’ve few illusions but so perfectly did the stars align to land this opportunity in my lap, it almost must be right.
Visiting Inis Meáin
Inis Meáin is at once bleak and alluring, as much as reminder of how handy we have it here and how unnecessary much of what we have is.
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