Posts by angelamahon
Brokenness exists, who is perfect?
Brokenness exists, it’s in our genes, it’s part of our make-up.
Read MoreBattling with the darkness of Depression
Battling Depression (PART 2) Click here to read last weeks (Part 1) The Suffering Dark Place of Depression Continuing on from last week’s blog. I’d like to say that I am writing about a time in my life when I was Battling Depression in my early to mid twenties. A time when I didn’t want to…
Read MoreThe Suffering Dark Place of Depression
The Suffering Dark place of Depression (Part 1) Part 2 I find it very difficult to share certain experiences of my life, but this morning I sensed an urge to share my thoughts, in the hope that some person may benefit from it. Living in Your head In my early twenties, I lived in the…
Read MoreWalk with God
“Getting to know God Our Father” In my walk with God, as in any relationship, it has been about two people getting to know each other through conversation and moving from one depth, to a deeper one, over time. The mystery of it all is that our creator doesn’t need to get to know me,…
Read More“Rhythm of the Little Sea”
Rhythm of the Little Sea “The Song” I almost didn’t write this one. The idea that you need absolute stillness, quiet and to be left alone to allow your creativity to flow, has been completely smashed by the experience I had writing this song. THE COMPOSITION I wrote this song having come downstairs, whacked out and…
Read MoreJourneying in Faith
A life journeying in faith is exciting, one is always moving forward, even though sometimes we may have to stand still for a while (I’ll come back to this point in another post!). One strives towards perfection, a kind of striving towards something that is more than oneself. Prayer moves us forward With this in…
Read MoreWhere does the music come from?
In Wexford, and particularly in this area where we live, when a person has a bit of musical ability the question is always asked, “where does the music come from?” Roots About twenty years ago, I was given my grandmother’s fiddle. So, I thought I’d go along and get a few lessons. But the fiddle…
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