#23 I Used To Write Like This Once

I was a country boy at school in Dromcollogher in West Limerick where the head principal Mrs. Savage filled the brief physically and mentally. French and English teacher, Miss Sheehan, was a wonderful and inspirational lady who wore flat red shoes and bright red lipstick to match. The manner in which she carried herself and spoke inspired me out of my clay and farming background to think and write outside the conventional – what was in my mind and in my heart that before I was afraid to express.

It poured out in essay form until it got to a stage when my learned teacher said, “Patrick I don’t understand the depth of your soul through your writing.” T

hat for me was the release valve.

Patrick you are different, continue to express the depth of your soul to a listening world.

The Mindful Farmer