Perfect Formula

Failte, welcome Reader; welcome back if you're a regular.

Thanks for being here. I'm Christine, from Ireland. A wanderer, wonderer, and lover of words and life. Here, I write. What do I write? Well, whatever the wind blows through me on the Fridays I "pen" words to the page. I should write articles and teaching posts about the transformation work I do, and I will in time, but I do a lot of content on LinkedIn related to that if you want to follow me there. I also host free live training every month. Register to attend here. 

Every creator needs a place to share their passion. I am deeply passionate about singing, poetry, fables, nature, neuroscience, and words. (an odd amalgamation, I know). I adore when inspiration takes me on a journey that feeds the magic of a story or poem through me. That means, I'm also deeply passionate about my work, helping people transform themselves from the inside out.

Here, for now, I'm exploring my creativity in writing. You'll find short stories, many with a Hiberno English glossary to teach you our beautiful English of Ireland, poetry I've penned over the years, and other stories I've lived. It is my hope that you enjoy reading, and pick up some new ideas and language as you do. I invite you to connect with and message me on Instagram, LinkedIn or here in the comments. Share your stories, your thoughts, and whatever resonates with you as you read. Please also share the blog with others if you think they'll enjoy it. 

Be Kind To Yourself

I don't know about you, but I put a lot of pressure on myself. My life has been one of much joy and pleasure, coupled with much sadness and pain. That's life, hey? I've learned over the years to be kinder to myself, to not get caught up in the pressures society places upon us to perform and produce to the whims of strangers. I'm still learning. It is my goal to write a new Hiberno Story weekly, but some weeks, that just isn't possible.

This week, I'm preparing to go to my best friend's wedding in Amsterdam. We were born two months apart in 1983. Her Mum was my Gran's best friend. Together, we have trudged through the thickest, murkiest most hilarious sludge you can possibly imagine. Our love for each other has held strong, despite some hiccups along the way. It is a blessing to have such friendship. I hope you have someone in your life about whom you feel the same. 

This week, I have felt stressed trying to force a story to come, but you can't force creativity. And who am I forcing myself to perform for? No, not who, what. An imagined reality within which I let an imaginary stranger down by not sticking firmly to a task I have set for myself. How often many of us allow our behaviour to be directed by external forces in such a way. It is important to be kind to ourselves, to do what is within our capacity, stepping out of the fear of letting imagined others down. 

Creativity isn't a task. 

I have much of my possessions in storage in my sister's house because I live between Spain and Ireland. This week, I dug out my poetry. 30 poems written in my teens and another 20 or so from my year in the Australian Outback - one of the best years of my life. As I prepare to fly for Joy's wedding, I have decided to be kind to myself, and celebrate the journey and power of love in this week and next week's posts, sharing two poems I wrote in 2009 while living in the Australian Outback.

A Blessing

Wherever you are at in life, may you learn early to treat yourself kindly, to allow the wind rush through you and let the passion she stirs free, and to have the courage to share that passion with others - no matter what their response might be. 

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Perfect Formula

Tricks and teasing, aimed at pleasing. 

Smirking, glancing, hints at dancing. 

Cheeky grins and winks are thrown

at the beginning of the game. 

Eyes lock longer, stare is stronger, 

grins turn into smiles. 

"Hi," is mouthed, lips are pouted

as the game goes on. 

A drink is bought, connection sought.

First contact is made. 

Smiles now laughter, words that flatter,

as the gamers play. 

Second round, level playing field,

interest on both sides. 

Stares now gazes, light knee grazes 

as the game reaches close.

Pursuer strikes, final step is taken.

Lips are locked, arms embrace. 

Perfect path to a perfect catch,

both players come first place. 

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