You’ll never get 100% of people on board, but surely 96–99% is good enough? Well, you’d think! — In Ireland, according to the HSE (Health Service Executive) on today’s news, 08th August, 2021, 89% of the adult population are now partially vaccinated, with 77% of adults fully vaccinated in Ireland. The 70+ age group are 99% vaccinated The 60–69 age group are 96% vaccinated One can only assume…

With all that’s going on in the world this last 16+ months, it got me to thinking about Consent and how important it is to maintain and use our voices, protect our personal boundaries, assert out right to choose and say yes, but equally and just as importantly — our right to say No without fear of redress. So, I wrote these few lines to share. — In this age of consent where we get to say no, why is it that we are judged so?

Ushering in Prosperity and Hope — A Memory and a Haiku — New Year’s Eve New Years’s Eve beckons The world paused by winter’s ice Ready for the morn © Bernie McCullough 31 Dec 2020 Hi Everyone! So, I wanted to share an old New Year’s Eve tradition with you that my family here in Ireland used to do at Midnight each…

The perfect time of year to just take a moment…for healing and new beginnings — This time is lush for healing The perfect lull-pause moment In life to reflect and breathe in Believing our thoughts are real Manifestations come true In the light of a new day We witness our Self renew © Bernie McCullough, 20 Dec 2020 After what’s been a very long 9+…

When your very presence is the greatest gift of all. — When I was young either my mother or father were there every morning, there every afternoon I returned from school, without much words or aplomb. Just there. Every day. I knew I was loved, I felt I was loved, I still feel that love. Now with my own children I or…

A poem celebrating Irish music and dance — United, pure-heartedly, Craic and Ceol brighten up the saddest soul. A measure of Irish, a touch of dance, Eireann’s legacy from times of ol’. Excitement bridles in the taps. Anticipation crackles through the air. The badhrán’s rhythmic call to whisht. The Seanchaí’s pause to wet her lips. Quietened revellers stand…