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 Overview
Consultancy
Philosophy, Psychodynamics, and Ways of Thinking
Personal
- family, friends, interests
Photos
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I am putting some photos on this page. They are all a
bit in the past, but have a meaning of some kind - mine to know, you can
guess.
An album of photos is steadily being added to. Click
here for the album.
Jake and Ellwood arrived in 1992
in my flat in Edinburgh, when my son still lived here and seem to
like it. They were supposed to go and live with him one day....
Jake died in April 2005, which left Ellwood pretty bewildered and
at first obviously lonely. He did in 2007. |
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There are so many parts of Ireland
which I love - where do I start with photos - the one below was taken
at Easter 1999, on the right is number 3 son, a friend and my niece,
in 1993 in Donegal. |
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My other favourite place is also
on the Atlantic, the other side of it - where number two son and his
partner and their family and friends live.  |
 The
Lonely Planet guide to New England says no one goes to Block Island
for the night life - its just a paradise for walking, cycling, boating,
swimming, and watching ...anything... |
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| This was taken on a visit to Como,
and to Italy in 1998, to visit number one son. The year after he went
to China where he met the wonderful girl who became his wife. I spent
another week in Como in September 1999 at the HPSST conference. These
mountains treated us to the most spectacular storm of lightning and
thunder I have ever been caught out in - then more beauty. |
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Visit to Brittany, summer 1999 |
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| My first visit to China was at chinese
New Year 2004.This was taken at Moonhill village near Yangshuo. |
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i have since been several times, often
to Huaxi, in Guizhou province. This is a wonderful waterfall, six
views they say, top, bottom, right left and in front and behind. It
is true. |
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Song
Seamus Heaney, FieldWork, 1979
A rowan like a lipsticked girl.
Between the by-road and the main road
Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance
Stand off among the rushes.
There are the mud-flowers of dialect
And the immortelles of perfect pitch
And that moment when the bird sings very close
To the music of what happens.
My friend Jean McCartney gave me Heaney's "Song" twenty years
ago. She already knew her immune system had folded, and that each moment
mattered.
Jean, died 1982
poetry and joy in life
picking shells by Magilligan water
I miss my friend.
As I have said on the home page, I was brought up in a small village
in Ulster. My parents died in 1992, but my sisters and lots of extended
family live in various parts of Ireland. I have never returned to live
there, although have regularly and often had holidays and family caring
and sharing. Other parts of this website show work interests, and maybe
it is obvious that they evolved as I went along. They were certainly not
part of a career plan, and I never meant to become a teacher, yet paradoxically,
I have found being in education a continual source of personal as well
as professional reward.
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