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When I began this collection, I lived alone on my farm in Ireland, but with my family of Border Collies. The grandmother, Wilma, had come with me from England and a woman I had loved. I kept four of her only litter and then one more that came from an incestuous union of two of them. Those six companions are now buried between two apple trees and beside a rock in my garden, which is where I hope my own ashes will eventually be put. To decay together would by symbolic of a shared spirit in life. Those companions were my sanity and, as DH Lawrence wrote, “Where sanity is there God is”.
In 1995, I took a year’s unpaid leave from my post as a Consultant Anaethetist. That one year turned into five and that turned into early retirement. In that time I went from being income rich to poor but, in the same fine moment, I went from poor to rich in so many other ways.
I actually loved my previous work in medicine and particularly when I worked in Leeds and in New Zealand; there was no poverty in that respect. The situation and personalities that caused me to leave a job I loved are not worth going into.
Life is too short to be embittered by the past and by what, in the grand scheme of things, have been minor events. I don’t row my boat looking backwards as it ploughs forwards but I stand in its stern looking largely at the heavens and mostly let the winds and tides carry me where they will.
This collection is here for myself above all else. It is a bit of a hotchpotch written down very sporadically and simply contains writings that I don’t want to forget or that I may want to refer to again.
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