Where Compassion Ends #8thRef

Confrontation and Fear When I describe Ireland to people from other countries, I regularly rely on synonyms of 'chilled' and 'welcoming'. How else would I even begin to encapsulate the uniqueness of the Irish people regarding our kindness, humour and our general lack of sense at times? We’re daft and lovable as a nation, right?… Continue reading Where Compassion Ends #8thRef

The Sliver of Space Between Existing and Thriving

It was at this point that the rain stopped and once I reached the top of the hill, it was my turn to stop. There was no rainbow. It wasn't a scene an artist would pick out as being immediately striking. But the key was the palest blue and the sun was so bright that the glint of my watch face made me shut my eyes.

Be Your Own Powerhouse

jennifer poyntz be your own powerhouse

Just last night I experienced such a pang of nostalgia for a certain time in my life that it felt as though my heart physically ached. Have you ever experienced that? Have you ever experienced the briefest of moments when you lose touch with who you are now and tether yourself to an old version… Continue reading Be Your Own Powerhouse

Character Building Stuff

  What is 'character'? We're obsessed with building it, developing it, downright finding it. Or at least I am. Yet it was only today that I truly asked myself what I believe character to be.   As a writer, I am fixated upon imagining up characters that are the right mixture of complex, intriguing and… Continue reading Character Building Stuff

The Concept of Adulthood

To me, the concept of something has always been easier to accept than the thing itself. For example, when I six, the concept of going down the water slide was much easier than actually forcing myself off of the ledge with one small push. I understood the theory of the action, but it didn't translate… Continue reading The Concept of Adulthood

// This Girl //

  // This Girl // One decade ago, a girl of thirteen played with the silver band around her wrist. A friendship knot design. There is a lot to be learned at thirteen and perhaps sometimes, too much. But this girl was excited. This girl was ready.  One year ago, a girl of twenty-two slept… Continue reading // This Girl //