I never understood train spotters until now.
What could be interesting about taking down the numbers of trains and learning about engine types, I thought in my own mind.
But now I have found my very own 'train spottting' passion.
I sit in dusty libraries and trawl through old books and micro-fiche catalogues tracing family members who are long gone.
Time passes and I don't notice that I am hungry or that my back is sore or that my eyes are tired.
I know nothing but the information before me, the thrill of the chase and the assembling and re-assembling of a picture of my family in times gone by.
Now I search, not only for my own family, but also for the families of others.
Before Xmas, I had the priviledge of helping a Canadian family re-unite with their Irish family of origin in my work as a volunteer with Ireland Reaching Out
It was such a moving experience.
I can only liken it to the experience of being present when someone makes a massive breakthrough during a coaching session.
There was laughter and tears.
And none of us will be the same after it.
Life is short.
It is so good to do the things that we love doing.
Often we save the good stuff up until we feel that we have earned it, or after the children are grown or the mortgage paid, or after we retire.
This is not a good way to live.
Life is for living NOW.
In the next few days take a look at what you put on the long finger.
Choose one thing that you long to do.
And do it!
Do it now!
You won't regret it...
More help to live YOUR good life is available here in the Happiness Book
If my small granny could see me now
An afternoon among the women poem
Growing up in a white world
When people say genealogy is boring
Anger and Truth
Where do you come from?
The House on an Irish Hillside book review
Mammies for Mariage Equality
Aw go on, say YES
Homeless in Ireland
When wide sky opens poem
I love my work
Celtic New Year
This small house
Rhythm & Rest poem
The Hidden Self
The Lonely Road
Kerry Pride 2013
Letting the Light in after Loss
Letting go is hard
Pick up the phone
Her name was not Magdalene
Do what you love doing!
My small granny
Praise the child and boil the dishcloths
My invisible brother Michael
I don't want to be Irish anymore
Alone on Valentine's Day
I love my country but I am not blind
Truth no. 2
How we tell the Truth
From Clare to here
Mother's Day is bittersweet
I will not be part of that
No Blacks No Dogs No Irish
Thank you for the days
Baby Marion Howe
My Irish Identity
When my Mam was dying
Violence against women
Take back your power
Draw the line
My small granny and other stories