Written by Geralyn Rownan Suffering from creative block? Plain exhaustion? In need of a holiday? Having ticked all three boxes, I found the perfect answer for it all; The Old Deanery, Killala, Co. Mayo. Self-catering cottages and a Creative Centre beside the sea, in a picturesque village in the west of Ireland…what could be … Continue reading THE OLD DEANERY COTTAGES and JOE KEANE CREATIVE CENTRE.
Life is Not a Bowl of Cherries. It’s a Pie. By Geralyn Rownan
Life is not a bowl of cherries. It’s a pie. That’s according to the fifteen self-help/self- improvement/self-development/it's all about me books, now helping me enormously by holding up my bedside lamp. Yes, it seems that Life is a Pie. The segments of the Pie are; Work, Relationships, Hobbies, Family, Travel, whatever is important to you. … Continue reading Life is Not a Bowl of Cherries. It’s a Pie. By Geralyn Rownan
This is yet another brilliant post from Geralyn
She had arthritis, and headed off to Lanzarote every October. Written by Geralyn Rownan “I’m a martyr to the arteritis”, she’d say as she boarded the big green Aer Lingus bird. She’d be wearing a floral blouse from Guiney’s shop in Talbot Street and Capri pants that were not flattering to the stout Dublin legs that had stood … Continue reading This is yet another brilliant post from Geralyn
Portrait of this Lady.
Written by Geralyn Rownan The Inksplinters anniversary painting was unveiled to great applause. The artist spoke again. “I have another painting” he said. We waited; expecting to see another of his abstracts. “I want to give Geralyn this portrait I painted of her.” What? Me? A portrait? He unwrapped a painting and handed it to … Continue reading Portrait of this Lady.
“The Last Dog Days of Summer”
Written by Geralyn Rownan The last days of summer dripped slow and golden like honey from a spoon. Those days were just as sweet, made more so perhaps, as I saw passion slowly fade from his eyes as summer fades like smoke into the fall. Those long summer days when light and love seemed endless … Continue reading “The Last Dog Days of Summer”
Bush Camp
Written by Geralyn Rownan We had disembarked from a nice big Jumbo (excellent safety record) and now were off to a Bush Camp in the Cape. A man in a uniform that wouldn’t have disgraced an admiral ushered us towards a plane the size of an oversized gnat. As someone with more phobias than a … Continue reading Bush Camp
InkSplinters 