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The Child is the Father of the Man

08 Sunday Nov 2026

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#TBI, ABI, books, Dublin, fiction, ireland, life, love, neurorehabilitation, resilience, sabi, writing

The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
(William Wordsworth, from My Heart Leaps Up)


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Click on the links above to become a Friend of the An Saol Foundation. Celebrate with your friends around the world the Adventfest on 30 October in the Thomas Prior Hall with the 40-voices-strong world-famous St John’s Gospel Choir. You will need to get that free ticket to get in. Ask 10 of your friends to sign-up too.


Ireland’s probably most famous clinical psychologist, Maureen Gaffney (from 28:53 if you want to listen back) was talking on RTÉ Radio One last week to Brendan O’Connor, mostly promoting her new book, About Life.

She also talked about the many selves we embody over the years. “You never shed your own self, it’s there, and it resurfaces every so often. Your younger self is still with you. It’s evoked in particular situations you find yourself in.”

I totally agree. The self isn’t one fixed thing. It’s a set of selves held in memory, and a particular setting moves you between your selves.

A smell, a person, being back in a schoolroom or a hospital corridor, can bring back how you felt then, not just what happened then. As a reaction, not as a memory.

Have you ever been in a class reunion and all of a sudden felt as if you were 17 again?

After a brain injury, families sometimes say “s/he’s not the same person.” Perhaps that can be the case. But I believe that the person is always there even if that earlier self is not always as present and visible as we would like. Pádraig still does never laugh about my jokes. He never did. In fact, he told me not to keep trying. They are just not funny.

It’s all about the Right Position

Last week, he had one of his regular video sessions with Kay Coombes. Helping Pádraig to get his voice back for her is all about being in the right position.

We also went into town on Saturday. Already full of people doing their Christmas shopping. Full of Christmas trees and decorations. For the first time in a long time, we went back home on a bus. We were all surprised how easy it was.

My Country, My Opinion

Last Monday, Maria was on Cormac Ó hEadhra‘s weekly current affairs discussion programme, Mo Thír, Mo Thuairim, on TG4. At the end, Cormac prompted her to squeeze in a shout-out for An Saol.

The last 13 years of my life have been more traumatic and intense than I could ever have imagined. They also helped me to keep my young self. The one that believes in the goodness of people, their care for others, their sense of justice, and their conviction that they can change the world.

We can do this. We can change the world. Make Life worth Living. Even for someone living with the long-term effects of a devastating brain injury. And their loved-ones.

Move On

02 Sunday Aug 2026

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#WeWouldRatherLive, books, Brain Injury, habilitation, life, Music, neil-young, rehabilitation, writing

Why are you crying out to me? Tell the Israelites to move on.
Exodus 14:15

There they were: Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey singing When You Believe from the Prince of Egypt, the animated movie telling the story of the Book of Exodus in which Moses, a prince of Egypt, becomes the prophet that leads the Hebrews out of Egypt.

We were flicking through the German TV channels one night last week when we hit a programme showing clips of the best female singers.

We are not afraid although we know there’s much to fear. We were moving mountains long before we knew we could.

I had tears in my eyes listening to Whitney and Mariah. What a cheesy song. But it couldn’t be more powerful. Nor more beautiful.


This is our last week here. On Tuesday, we’ll start driving back: three days on the road and on the sea.

Yesterday, we went to Husum and sat beside the old port with a moving pedestrian bridge that opens from time to time to allow for the passage of boats from the harbour to the sea.

Earlier in the week, we rocked at our last Tuesday night in Garding with “Germany’s best Neil Young”, Stefan — really! Apparently, Neil knows of Stefan, who has been, with his wife Una, at countless Neil Young concerts. It was uncanny. Stefan had this all down to a “t”. Neil’s voice, his movements, his haircut. Even Neil’s often endless electric guitar solos which he enjoys infinitely more than his audience. Stefan sang Keep On Rocking In The Free World like Neil 2009 in Glastonbury: Here’s one more kid….that will never go to school….never get to fall in love…never get to be cool. How powerful is that?!

At Pádraig’s OT session, we tried out a new device called Pneumatron 200, a medical massage device that combines aspects of massage and cupping. It is used to loosen tense muscles and connective tissue, stimulate local circulation and lymphatic drainage, reduce swelling, and support pain relief and joint mobility. Interesting but requiring more than a once-off use to see how well it works.


Remaining passive is not an option. We have to move forward, even when the barriers appear insurmountable. We have to turn hope into action.

Move. Walk. Don’t be a bystander.

More Than One Way Home

14 Sunday Jun 2026

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books, fiction, life, Music, writing


Ain’t no right way – Ain’t no wrong – Whatever road you might be on – You find your own way.
Keb’ Mo’,

We all have moments in our lives we will never forget. For me, many of those moments are associated with music. More than one way home. And now also the lads from Killeagh.

One summer, I was in my parents’ house with my sister who was ten years older than myself. Both of us had long left home and were just back for a visit. Mark Knopfler and Keb’ Mo’ were guests on a music programme on the telly. I told my sister how much I liked their music and the songs they had played. The next day at lunch time, she came back from town with two records: one by Mark, the other by Keb’.

I had never ever seen Mark or, indeed Dire Straits, live. But last Monday, Keb’ Mo’ played in Dublin and I managed to get two fourth row tickets, right in front of the stage.

He was brilliant. He is not only an extraordinary musician, he is also funny and completely understated. Full of energy at almost 75 years of age.

For me, though, it was much more. It was one of those moments, when tears come to my eyes. Memories become overwhelming. People long gone appear right beside me. That love, that caring feeling, that feeling of being loved, being care-free, not having to worry about anything is there again, stronger than ever. Those two magic albums my sister got me. It was back, present with me last Monday.

On Thursday, I had a dentist appointment. (Not one of these anymore, where the dentist tells you all is good, and ‘just keep brushing your teeth’…:) There is always a paper in the waiting room. That day, I was reminded that there is another world out there. A world I don’t seem to be connected to anymore.

One of the (longer) headlines read:

“Did that woman need to eat an entire pizza during a showing of Devil Wears Prada II? I do not believe that poor comportment indicates poor personal values, but could she not have waited until afterwards?”

Well, I don’t think that I will ever find out the answer to this important question. So important that it made the front page of Ireland’s most important broadsheet.

But it brought a big smile to my face. I agreed with Fiona McRedmond, the author of this headline in last Thursday’s The Irish Times, that there is a time and a place to do certain things. Or not to do them. Right?

Which brings me to another of Keb’s classics: “The Old Me Better”.

I liked the old me better, I was a lot more fun
I liked the old me better, didn’t take crap from anyone
Well I’d sleep all day, party all night
Did whatever I wanted whatever I liked
You made me a brand new man but I liked the old me better

I do things now I would never have done as “the old me”. I lie awake all night. I don’t party anymore. I take a lot of crap from too many people too many times. I don’t have that much fun anymore. – I’m all with Keb’: I like the old me better.

The new me has learned to be happy with and about much less. That’s a lesson Pádraig taught me. He is happy with and about very little. As always, a trailblazer. Minimalism, seeing the essential, not being distracted by all that noise around us – this is what we should all focus on. The rest is wasteful and destructive.

Last night, Pádraig brought me and a friend, and his sister, along to see Kingfishr in Malahide. This was definitely not about bringing up old memories like Keb’ did. This was about the new. The upcoming. The energy and pride of the lads. The beating on the chest. The “boys roar for to rattle the air” energy. The “bury me with my hurley” pride.

They’d go rarin’ and tearin’ and fightin’ for love….

It was a fantastic evening.

There were moments when I felt like the old me: when I didn’t take crap from anyone, when I’d sleep all day, party all night, did whatever I wanted whatever I liked. I thought: Well, there ain’t no right way home. We’re finding our own way.

And when our time’s at an ending, when our days are no more. Please bury us with our hurley by the River Dissour.

Killeagh, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la. La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la.

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