The Journal
Welcome to Helen’s World
Welcome to 'Helen's World', this is the first Friday email for you. I want to make a little overview of sensory input and output that have been shaping me this weather. Whether it be the last week, month or even all my life. There's a button at the bottom for...
Northern Meditation
I come from there, but not from the country. From a wee town in the north of a Lakeland, the furthest town from the lakes. Some of my family live in the quiet of the countryside now. Up there is a different light. There is a dark blue-greenish charcoal grey tinge to...
Children’s Audio Book Original Story – Bumbus Bumbadae and the Haven Garden Rally – New Neighbours
https://soundcloud.com/helenmcnulty/bumbus-bumbadae-and-the-haven-garden-rally-new-neighbours Bumbus Bumbus Bumbadae is the leader of Haven Garden. New visitors have come to the garden and the insects hold a rally to figure out...
Autumn Thoughts
Picking and then eating and cooking apples and blackberries is what the whole year leads up to.Mean Fhomhair, middle harvest or middle autumn is the Irish word for September.It is always my most prolific month of the year, I always try harder in September, maybe the...
I Didn’t Know by Helen McNulty
I Didn't Know by Helen McNulty --- I didn’t know that having more to do in life meant you get more done and give more to the world. I didn't know that having more niggling pains in your body meant you spring out of bed earlier and with more appreciation. I didn’t know...
The Bloody Foreland
The Bloody Foreland / Cnoc Fola ... charcoal and colouring pencil on paper. 10 x 14cm Cnoc Fola Ó Ghabhla.. The atlantic sky opens in flame at the end of the day igniting the tips of the red and purple heather, giving the mountains their bloody name. The atlantic sea...
Self Portrait from Lockdown number 1, 2020
April 30th 2020 | Self Portrait | 25.9 x 19.2cm| Oil on Cardboard
Bushwacking – a poem
Ardrum Second Storm, Digital Photograph, 2020 by Helen McNulty Bushwhacking. by Helen McNulty (2020)————1//Even the bracken /bricks it /in this bog. //Tiny tufts of flax /Bow down the road /Plaques blaze the old names of townlands /Like gravestones. //Do you remember...
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