Whoever would have thought that #TheMindfulFarmer would find himself on the artist line up at Electric Picnic?!
Hearing. No need to see but it is obvious. The gush of the ocean and then to see the blush of the sunset as it completes the compliment of what can be one of nature's beautiful experiences. No artist could have created this natural yet wonderful audio visual experience as the one I experienced this … Continue reading #39 The Gush of the Ocean
Today as we walk mindfully around our thinking path about 400 yards in a circular motion and wrapping around our three gardens of mindfulness, meditation and forgiveness, we commence again at the entrance of our thinking path and listen to the bell chime. We notice to the right a message written on a beautiful ash … Continue reading #38 Speaking in Silence
First it was 30 days for the five to light. To light the soul of George who for over 130 years had been deprived of source to fully illuminate and express. A source that the beautiful grey stone giant had been deprived of over this historical period of time. When the 30 days were passed … Continue reading #37 The Night, The Five And The Light
A new beginning is always exciting. It allows one to open up new avenues in your heart where for many, silent dreams have been quietly forming and ready to emerge. We often times shelter in the seduction of safety, for some they will live their lives denying the whispers and knocking of the heart. For … Continue reading #36 The Visit – A New Beginning
Here on this beautiful farm at Ballinwillin House my animals, deer, wild boar, goats, foxes, badgers, rabbits, hares all shelter in the bosom of the farm, watched over by an array of song from birds, pheasants, crows, jackdaws and many more. T he creatures know the world in a way we will never know. They … Continue reading #35 My Animals Me or Me My Animals
This morning as I make my way up the fields to socialise with my animal friends, I smell spring. It is in the air and everywhere around me here in Ballinwillin. Sometimes in the deep dark grey of winter it is hard to imagine and only bleakness meets the eye. But I know the miracle … Continue reading #34 I Smell Spring