What does your gut say?

Twice in my life I have been asked by a woman: ‘What does your gut say?’ The first time was when I was about to leave my nine-year path towards the priesthood. My gut said: ‘Leave!’ And I did. Not easily, of course. More recently, another woman asked me precisely the same question, using precisely…

Stroke

I’m appoaching the age my dad was when he had a stroke. This juxtaposition of my dad’s medical history and the fright of his unexpected stroke and my approach to that same age caught me unawares earlier today. Like a kick in the belly, actually. There was my dad plodding along doing whatever he was doing one day, probably looking forward…

Twists and turns

Life is strange, is it not? Sometimes we vacillate between one course and another and haven’t a clue what to do. We often cling to the familiar, even when it isn’t working for us. We want to believe that it can work even though the evidence stacks up that it won’t work. We cherish our…

Hemingway: For Whom the Bell Tolls

On balance, most of us loved it. Some of us ended up thinking, if not talking, in Spanish syntax. The raw honesty of the book. The complex characterisation. The reader’s desire to know what happened at the end. The butchery of war – no matter what side you’re on. And yet how life can be lived in…

Hamlet

How often in life I have found myself pulled this way and that! I studied Hamlet as a schoolboy and how appropriate for me. There can be value in deferring a decision. It is the antithesis to impulsive living. It took me nine years before I decided to leave religious life and my path to…