Extract from the upcoming revision to the 2020 ebook on Resilience — When I think about psychological resilience — the human ability to undergo the stress and difficulty of challenging life circumstances and come out the other side relatively psychologically healthy — it appears to be a condition of being in which we have little or no say. What I mean is…

I like the four-pack, full-fat natural yoghurt from the local supermarket. Unsweetened, unflavoured and made in West Cork, apparently. I take a small glass from the press, drop a couple of spoons of homemade stewed apple or jam in the bottom, and then drop the thick and creamy full-fat natural yoghurt on top. I finish it off with a tablespoon of homemade granola and flaked almonds — deadly. — It might not look great, but it tastes great. I’m currently on an 18/6 fast each day, and this is my indulgence. I like the four-pack, full-fat natural yoghurt from the local supermarket. Unsweetened, unflavoured and made in West Cork, apparently. I take a small glass from the press, drop…

Better start that thing… — My sense of mortality has been enhanced since my mother passed away a couple of years ago. My father is biding his time. He talks about the inevitability of it almost every time we meet, not in a melancholic way but in a practical accepting way. I think about myself…

Thoughts on time, work, life, and an invitation to make a change — New year parties have ended, the cleanup commences, and the subtle realisation begins to set in that it was all a bit of a sham. We said good riddance to ’22 and celebrated the prospect of a better 12 months ahead, but what’s the difference between this year and last…

It will take a lot for the tight angle of the sun to melt the ice on the south side of rooves today. It’s low in the sky, turning cold mist into a glare. Trees older than me reach into it like dark fractals against its whitish yellow. There is a presence in it, it seems. Something that doesn’t speak and yet answers it all. — It will take a lot for the tight angle of the sun to melt the ice on the south side of rooves today. It’s low in the sky, turning cold mist into a glare. Trees older than me reach into it like dark fractals against its whitish yellow. There is…

Get a Sunday Letters gift for yourself or a friend. — During the year, I was considering ways to try to generate some income for The Sunday Letters Journal that wasn’t adverts or affiliations. Both these methods just aren’t my style, so I hooked up with a manufacturer and branded some merch. The branded merch is made, printed and fulfilled by…

Thoughts on too many things to do and not enough time to do it — It seems to me that it’s not about having enough time for all the things we want to do, or even the time to merely think and plan. But rather that we do too much of both with the time we have. Our time here as you and me, the…