Lúnasa

I signed in here for the first time in almost two years yesterday and found comments and messages waiting for me that I really should have replied to a lot sooner. It was like walking into a house that had been left lying empty for years to open the curtains & knock the dust off the furniture. So much has happened since I last set foot in here that the temptation was to turn straight back out the door and turn the key again, but there’s no harm in giving the place an airing, if only for those who happen to be passing & wondering why there’s no-one living in it.

I tend to keep in touch with more people via the S.A. Murphy page on Facebook. When I set this up originally I had notions that I’d blog fairly regularly, but they fell by the wayside when real life took precedence and I found that the more time I spent online, the less I had to dedicate to the business of actually living and writing.

The more that I’ve seen of the internet lately, the more I’m convinced that it’s used more as a drug than a tool. I find myself susceptible to the trap, often prone to scrolling mindlessly through the various newsfeeds without ever actually learning anything, waiting for the next ping to trigger the endorphin levels & feed the beast. They say the first step to recovery is realising there’s a problem, so maybe I’m on the right path, but it’s a difficult drug to conquer.

I guess that’s why we don’t post photos online of our little boy, or much in the way of ourselves for the most part. At a time when privacy is seen as archaic, I still cherish it. I need the peace & quiet that comes with living in the country, though sometimes that means missing the chance to dip in & out of the noise & distractions of the city.
There’s a gap in this cloud of a summer so I’m heading out for a walk, but here’s a photo that captures some of the surrealism of the past year. I’m the gobshite on the big screen down below. I’ve been lucky in so many ways to have had the opportunities I’ve had, but I try to live by the advice of Naga Ozo, the old Sadhu we met in Varanasi, who once said that “If you give yourself to the universe, it will light your way.”

GPO

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