For two days, on the banks of the Erne surrounded by the historic buildings of the Watergate, Maguire Castle and Inniskillings Barracks, the Living Legacies team worked in intense creativity with two writers groups, the Fermanagh Writers and the Omagh Robins.
Mullaghfad church, built in 1831 and without electricity, nestles in the heart of the forest on Sliabh Beagh. On the night of 1st July it provided the perfect setting for Sliabh Beagh Arts to create an immersive arts space which would showcase the array of projects they had created over the last year. Continue reading “Forgotten Song”
If you have traveled the main A4 road between Clogher and Fivemiletown recently you will probably have seen the stack of silage bales colourfully decorated by leading graffiti artist Kev Largey. They have been featured extensively in social media, on BBC and UTV, and in the local and national press.
Continue reading “Graffiti Bales”
Awareness through observation is an aspect of Conscious Writing, a new holistic approach grounded in cutting-edge scientific research. It draws on age-old wisdom and unifies the fields of mindfulness psychology and neuroscience. Continue reading “The Art of Observation”
Colin Dardis recalls his early years in Omagh Continue reading “Three Poems of Childhood”
The ideas for many of the stories I write come from snippets I hear or read about past events in County Fermanagh. I first heard the tale of the Cooneen or Coonian Ghost not long after my husband and I moved to near Brookeborough, more than a decade ago. Continue reading “An Unbidden Visitor”
Publishing your work as a ebook can be a cheap, simple and low-risk way of getting your work ‘out there’, or it can be a complement to more traditional forms. Continue reading “How to Publish an Ebook”
I’m sure many writers will agree that using a prompt is a great way to develop a story idea and get your writing flowing. So, if a phrase or a sentence or a photograph can stir our imaginations, what about using real objects? Continue reading “Hold Your Ideas In Your Hands”
The one certainty of a holiday is our having to say goodbye to it. I still remember how, as a child, I used crane my neck and look back at the Rock of Cashel as it receded, its massive grey becoming smaller and paler. Just before it faded to a dot, a sudden bend whipped it from my sight. It was the victory of reality over dream, necessity over wishful thinking.
It’s Tuesday 7th July, probably the hottest day we’ve seen this Summer and I thought this would be a good day to work outside. I have fair hair and freckles – it wasn’t! Continue reading “Power-Hose Murals”