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It’s not often that we get to sit around a table together. It was one of my favourite things during our time on holiday. Long conversations about everything and nothing. Years of untold stories suddenly unfolding with a more authentic opinion and voice. The kind that make you look at a person differently afterwards. The kind that makes that that ‘me too’ seem like a steadfast echo.

And while the following quote uses women as a noun, it stands true for all of us (male and female) sitting around the table hearts open to those type of conversations.

”The women I love and admire for their strength and grace did not get that way because shit worked out. They got that way because shit went wrong, and they handled it. They handled it in a thousand different ways on a thousand different days, but they handled it. These women are my superheroes. ”

Elizabeth Gilbert

hello! just wanted to squeeze in another sparse update, although there’s nothing exciting happening really – just your usual 70-80 hours week in and week out. i’m still alive, and grateful for all that has happened.

also missing ireland a lot. here’s a photo from one of our few trips to glendalough two summers ago which reminds me of the ever comforting psalms 23:


The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.