Can you spot who is me in this beach line up ?

A poem about the joys of being a Nana to mark Grandparents Day

A poem about energy!

I was working with a group of women recently demonstrating little techniques to help with grounding and calming.

Our fight/flight/freeze response can activate involuntarily, without us even realizing.

NATURE HEALS THE SOUL I have loved nature, for as long as I can remember, and long before I understood its very strong healing powers.

Realistically would you be able to tell me right now how many people are in your circle? Those you regard as true friends, support persons,

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived; happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others, including love.

When I was training which was a very long time ago now, I was very fortunate to have been in a class of twenty-six students...

Escape to Howth from Dublin, a vibrant August day trip. Enjoy the sea breeze, indulge in treats, and cherish seaside memories. Join me!

What life lessons can we pick up from a busy bee full of anxiety?

The purple carry-on case got dragged up the mud and stone pathway until we found the most stunning streams of light beaming through the...

Thirty-four years ago when Geoff was a year old I joined him in Barnardos Toy Library service in Tallaght. It was an amazing experience...

I was attending a funeral recently of a distant family member when I was really taken by the fact that funerals, while they are really...

Anyone who knows me knows that I have a son with Down Syndrome. He is a Special Olympics athlete training in three sports. Four years ago...

With the start of my new Meditate With Me Series I thought it would be a good time to share my meditation practice journey with you all...

Multi-tasking is something I used to do so well. But sometimes that activity can have a negative consequence. Well, I was taking off my...

I met Marty a number of years ago when his Dad asked if he could join the Special Olympics swim club I had just set up at the time. It...

The therapists toolbox - a poem by Regina Curley

Losing our mothers is such a significant time in our lives, filled with trauma, anxiety and overwhelm. Here I take a look at my mother