Conors cranium

Our unconscious Anglicisation Through my own pursuit of happiness and by trying to shed the unhelpful habits that I have developed over years of existence I have learned some most unexpected things. Much like when you take an unforeseen detour on a walk that leads you to the unanticipated and wonderful places that were not part of your original plan. It’s an awakening of sorts and it changes everything inside you so fundamentally that there is no easy way back. I have always questioned things, people and practices that have never really rested easily with my own train of thought. I have, over the years, relentlessly reached out for answers to my questions that have left me more confused than when I started out. Even the realisation that such questions could not fully be explained never stopped the invisible cogs in my head turning. Through my pursuit and my tortured travails I discovered the unconscious mind and the powers that it holds over everything that we do. From picking...

My Camino Put one foot in front of another, how hard could it be? Early to wake, coffee, juice and move. The early Galician clouds are lazy and stubbornly stick around. They wet my clothes and imagination too. Last nights debauchery soon forgotten as crunchy steps echo my effort. Cross the railroad and stroll, The clouds rise like tired rebels. One foot followed by the other, and the baggage strapped to my back. Steep slopes of Celtic countryside that resonate deep within myself. Sparrows snigger at my steps, Robins flick by and have a look, their friendly familiarity finds me well. Crunch, crack, the footsteps follow the path. Sometimes it resembles the yellow brick Road and I wonder if the great Oz awaits. The Camino De Santiago, so much more than a walk to those with imagination. I brought a pal to help my efforts, to accompany me on my way. Bobby Sands on a badge walked with me, Pinned on my top. I was supposed to leave him there but I couldn't let go. The p...