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What is ‘Home’ ?

I am a seeker with a gypsy soul; adventure is the sum of my parts. Yet, it is always a kind of amiable pastime to dwell on the possibility of finding a place to call home. As the years roll by and the past recedes into a collage of faded photographs and occasional flashes of memory, I wonder what home means to me. Is it a country, a house, a family or merely a thought construct to tame my wandering soul?

For many people home means a family unit living under one roof. We grow up in our parents’ house with siblings and call it ‘home’. When we move out and make a new family unit, we call that home. I know several adults who always refer to the place they grew up as their home. I stopped that when my mother passed away, seventeen years after my father. Home left me and memories faded, no longer compounded by family get-togethers which invariably led down rural byways to childhood, enhanced by the passage of time into faded sepia photographs. Sometimes I dream in colour and I see the vividness of summer days spent on the farm of my childhood, tossing the hay, picking fruit, playing hide-and-seek with my sisters in the hay barn. Ironically, when someone presents me with a colour photograph from my youth, I recall the memory in black-and-white, a kind of foggy moment captured on camera. But my best memories are moments that no lens could capture, my reaction to the microcosm of nature, of life; tiny shells glistening like treasures in the sand, a butterfly emerging from its pupa, a bumble bee intent on tickling the extended fronds of a flower, tadpoles wiggling in a pool of water, endless moments in close proximity to unfolding life. Life birthing every new moment from the one before, like a telescopic event where years, seasons, days and moments in time recreated a new one especially for me. To me, this was home.

Decades on from my first close encounter with a ladybird tickling its way across my chubby fingers, I have witnessed many habitats and ecosystems on my travels and crossed paths with more poisonous creatures than my three-year-old self would ever care to witness. However, it is only when I return to the land of my youth, when I register specific smells and delight in the microcosm of local habitats, that I realise that I too, am a specific flower of this ecosystem. And this is what home means to me.

Collette O’Mahony

19/06/2020

Nature’s Cure

One thing that will come out of global self-isolation is a deeper appreciation of our natural surroundings. As soon as lock downs were announced around the world people flocked to national parks and green spaces, many for the first time in several weeks, even months.

In the rising age of technology we are spending more and more time on our phones and laptops. Our entertainment comes from streaming programs and movies. Essentially, we live in a Wi-Fi world. Nature is something remote, removed from our daily experience. Perhaps the current crisis will lead us to find more balance between insular online activity and outdoor exercise. There is nothing like something being prohibited to cause a longing for it. Driving through open spaces, no matter how scenic, is still a step removed from the immersive experience that comes from walking, jogging and cycling, among other outdoor pursuits, while filling our lungs with clean air.

Maybe we are nature’s virus and it has sent us to our rooms, flats and houses to wallow in the comfort we so desire, while it recovers and regenerates. Everything in the universe is replication; the micro reflects the macro. The micro organism (covid-19) that is attacking human airways is a replication of the human attacking the atmosphere. While scientists work tirelessly to find a cure for the virus, the earth has found a cure – confining humanity within four walls until we learn to appreciate our natural environment and treat it with utmost respect.

When we finally emerge from our cocoons, I hope we have a deeper appreciation of the natural world and our responsibility to give it equal respect as if it were our own body.

Collette O’Mahony

28/03/2020

Cairngorms National Park, Scotland.

Talents (natural gifts)

 

The seeming solidity of matter beneath our feet, in our hands or as familiar objects, causes our faculties to attach itself to form. Our human body, and our attachment to other forms, compounds solidity and the apparent separateness of man and man, man and creature, man and object. However, should the Law of gravity cease to operate, we humans and our many objects would find ourselves cast out like meteorites into the abyss, beyond sky, lumps of solid matter evicted from our planetary home.

If we are exclusively matter, then we should also have deep roots from our feet keeping us grounded firmly in one place. But we are a species set apart from the plant kingdom, and while animals migrate and move freely upon the surface of the earth, they act according to instinct only. In this man differs from the animal kingdom.

4cbbdfe182f7b134eaceccf88b290d25[1]Man has freewill to think and act separately to his fellow man. Used wisely, this faculty can reason and logic what is benefit and what is loss. Benefit is the conclusion of nature’s cycle through the seasons. Man’s natural talents used for benefit of all is his life’s work and harvest. As nature’s harvest comes through unlimited varieties, so too is man’s potential inexhaustible.

We are not placed in one fixed spot with roots and tentacles, nor are we replicates of one another bound to limited and repetitive imitation in our daily habits. We are original sparks of conscious energy in the vehicular mode of human carriage, which is provided to aid our innate gifts and talents for the benefit of all. The balance of reason and feeling is a steady guide in the realisation and application of genuine talent.

Reason exercises the mental faculty to provide the image and form the talent shall take, such as an artist who prepares his canvas for the image he wishes to paint upon it. Feeling is the power that propels the image or thought form into action. It is the passion and enthusiasm of the artist for his subject that calls him to paint. The fusion of reason and feeling ignite action towards the attainment of the goal. When this end is concluded, we have the product of the person’s nature and talent.

If we become too attached to reason and the form it takes in our minds, then we tip the scales of balance to the deficit of feeling. Likewise, if we succumb to emotion, there is a deficiency of reason. The balance between these two faculties is essential for the emergence of talent in a clear, original format. The result of overthinking or emotional irrationality is a state of mind that produces confusion and outputs this evidence onto the world.

Feelings allow us to gauge our inner response to a thing. It is an impulse to inform reason, to produce reaction. When feeling overcomes reason we term it ‘impulsive’. When reason overcomes feeling we call it ‘compulsive’. One is feeling without thinking, the latter is thinking without feeling.

Feelings are the space where ideas germinate. They are the womb of consciousness. Reason germinates the seed to produce the fruit of creation, the originality of the bloom is held in the seed. On the outer realm, space frames nature, in the form of air and sky. We are the beneficiaries of nature’s and air’s harmonious relationship. Trees give out oxygen and take in carbon dioxide which is essential for the air that we breathe. If we are too obsessed with matter, we overlook air’s necessity in our life. Someone who has gasped for air after choking on food, or after too long submerged in water, quickly realises his dependence upon air. If there were no space between things, no sky to frame landscapes, we could not see the relationship between things, just as the artist would paint all the objects and backgrounds of his composition the same tone of grey.

The relationship between the apparent world and the space out of which it appears, reflects our inner state of Being, the relationship between reason and feeling. Reason is the relief on the background of feeling, just as the tree is nature’s impression against the sky. The form the tree shall take varies from species to species. The form the sky takes will depend upon weather patterns.

It is our greatest gift to have freewill to use reason and feeling, it is also our greatest challenge. The fruition of talent in the individual and the collective is dependent upon our employment of reason and feeling, our respect of each, in order for our unique talents to flourish for the benefit of all.

Collette O’Mahony

29/07/2017

Image: Bojan Jevtic

Poem ~ Amber Drops

lilyenn eternityAmber drops of autumn gold

Winter freeze turns bitter cold

Hope it springs with verdant grace

Inviting smiles from summer’s face

 

Seasons come and seasons go

Displaying all of nature’s show

Harvest brings its dividends

Nurtured by Life provident

 

Oceans swell and then abate

Trusting moon to seal its fate

Tidal signs left on the shore

Lifted up from deep sea floor

 

Stars stream light and pattern shape

To help night hunters navigate

Shifting round the central eye

Remaining focused in the sky

 

Earthly orbit round the sun

Reclaims its old, producing young

Misty rain and morning dew

Rising sun, each day anew

 

Tumbling clouds in azure blue

Frames broad spectrum in milieu

Refracting prism of sunlight

Forming shapes in colours bright

 

Beauty shines from all creation

Her displays are but reflection

Of Life’s breath in every being

Behold, full joy is in the seeing

 

Collette O’Mahony

From ‘Reflections of Love & Light’

 

Photo; Brooke Shaden

Poem ~ Eternal life within a tree

 

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Came a low and distant murmur

Weaving through oak and beech

Chestnut, ash and silver birch

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Whence it came, there was no clue

But here it was with morning dew

Whispering to green budding shoots

Wafting fragrance, tip to root

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The image carried out on the ether

Breathing seemed to wander freely

Heartbeats echo and life expands

It was the touch of Heaven’s hand

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At the veil when darkness fades

Footsteps thread across green glade

Songbirds offer sweet melody

Unaware of man’s parody

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Sunlight dripping through broad leaves

And plants a question on the breeze

Why do mortal eyes not see

Eternal life within a tree

 

Collette O’Mahony

Poem from ‘Reflections of Love & Light

Evening Sun

Green slopes along the horizon of my vision

Cascading into the valley of my nature

Filling it up with sap of new growth

A bird in flight swoops beneath my heart

Calling it to reach for the skies

I catch a floating feather on the morning

Hoping for wings in the evening sun

That I may fly to your side

In the bare solitude of my soul

 

See beyond the lines of my skin

Open your heart to my love

Let me see the beauty in you

My knocks are hard on your ears

And fall heavily upon your door

I catch a floating feather at noon

Praying for wings at the setting sun

So that I may fly to be with you

And touch the nakedness of your soul

 

A string of trifles eats up the hours

Bringing me to my knees

A prayer catches a golden ray

Blinding my temporary self

Revealing the inner eye of truth

There is no division between us

Once more my eye seeks the horizon

To find it is no longer there

I have drifted out on golden wings

To meet you in the evening sun

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Collette O’Mahony

June 2017