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Depression & Health, Poetry, Art & Science, Work & Play, Children, Blogging & Media, AudioMay 1, 2012 11:27 pm

Many people have personal blogs - where they share personal stuff.  This is my place where I post an eclectic variety of content.  I also have a business blog - that’s my professional space - where you find my best shot at helping people to do business well.

But I’m like most people - a person with a wide collection of interests & curiosities.  I find it difficult - impossible to confine my communication to a single topic.  

The theme that ties everything here is my daughter Grace ("omanidot" on Twitter).  I began writing for her in 2005, imagining she’d be interested (some day) in my experience of moving back to Ireland from UK.  That focus on one audience has been the most important support - it’s kept me at it, so I never feel any wish to give up this blog.  It’s a special place.

Yesterday… 
after a tweet from Diane Brogan (@dianebrogan on Twitter), I had a rethink about this blog.  I came to this conclusion: here is where you find my "Eclectic Passions".  I don’t try to confine content to any topic. The theme that binds it all together is "Passion".

For example:

  • Irish mental health, including my own… 
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  • Developing new habits - with deliberate intention… 
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  • Family storytelling (including stories Grace & I make up) 
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  • Poetry - including poems I write myself… 
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  • Golf - particularly "The Dan Plan" - & other exercises… 
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  • Creativity - whatever that means… 
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  • Walking the dog - usually late at night…
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  • Being a dad - the third time round… 

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I realise I’ve left out my passion for gender equality in Irish politics & the topic of improving Irish political life.  But I must be careful I don’t let my passion for changing the status quo run away with me.

As you can see, I love Audioboo. 

Thank you for calling in here.  I hope you find something that hooks your passion.

(Thanks again to Diane Brogan.) 

Depression & Health, Work & Play, Blogging & Media, AudioJanuary 23, 2012 9:31 pm

Listen to the audio version of this blogpost here :

Listen to audio version of blogpost "Meditative Walking The Dog" with Documentally, Ironfinger, bccowie, gillibobs & me (mp3) 

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Like many others, I take my dog for a walk every night. It’s more for my good than his. The short walk outside - around the estate where I live - is an opportunity for me to empty my mind & prepare for sleep. The dog loves it.

Almost 3 years ago, in Norfolk, Christian Payne - an Englishman known as "Documentally" - got ready to take his dog out for a walk. For some reason, he recorded what he was doing & shared it with others via Audioboo. This is that (103 seconds) recording : Don"t Eat The Iphone. (mp3)

Over 2 years ago, in Darmstadt, Hesse, Germany - in a forest close to his house, "Ironfinger" walked his dog & recorded this 59 seconds  Walking The Dog… (mp3)

Shortly afterwards, in Communauté-Urbaine-de-Montréal, QC, Canada, "bwcowie" recorded & shared 23 seconds  Walking the dog (mp3)

These were the first three dog walking Audioboos ever recorded & shared. Thus began a new genre. I suspect none of the three ever listened to recordings made by the others. It was as if the time had arrived for sharing what it’s like to be "walking the dog".

The first woman to make an Audioboo while walking her dog was "gillibobs". She shared 43 seconds - including a very faint "cacophony of birdsong"   Walking the dog boo (mp3)

The first American was from Midvale, Utah, Don Livingston.  He recorded 156 seconds on 22 March 2010 Walking the dog (mp3)

During those early years, 10 "walking the dog" Boos were made by 9 people (Documentally made 2) from 4 countries. 

The following year 31 were made by Booers from 6 countries: England (3), Denmark (1), Scotland (1) Canada (1), Netherlands (1), Ireland (24).

Since February 2011, 46 Boos have been made from 4 countries: England (5), Netherlands (1), Germany (1), Ireland (39).

My first "Walking the dog" Audioboo was "Walking the dog on a Sunday afternoon in Glanmire Cork #omanipup" - 475 seconds. It’s been listened to 690 times. Walking the Dog on a Sunday afternoon in Glanmire Cork #omanipup (mp3)

My personality is prone to excess.  
I have passions, obsessions, grand (even grandiose) projects. This is me.  My work on myself is the job of curbing a tendency to generate too many attractive ideas & ambitions.  

I use the evening walks with "Rocky" - a Coton de Tulear -to relax, to empty my mind as best I can. For me, these walks are a form of meditation - a peculiar meditation I sometimes share on audio. The walk helps me get off to sleep without dwelling on the events of the day which has been.

But is it ridiculous, risky or a worthwhile thing that I’ve made 88 "walking the dog" Boos? 

You can find them all here

Depression & Health, Poetry, Art & ScienceNovember 10, 2011 12:17 am

"To write a poem now" - read by the poet - my first effort since depression lifted (mp3) 

This is my first effort to write a poem since the lifting of depression. I began it in Ely, near Cambridge UK, & finished the first draft in Cafe Beva, Glanmire, Co Cork 

To write a poem now

To write a poem now
forgotten how,
fingers all too stale,
grown pale.
Unused soul went to sleep,
troubled deep.

Christ rose from the dead,
threw off sheets drenched in blood,
woke up, pushed the stone -
back -
so light and birdsong dawned,
his dream made flesh,
again.

Fear revisited,
traces linger instead,
as if painted over.
Whitewashed over…

Jesus wrote his poem
on the road to Emmaus,
recovered from Gethsemane.
The words even ascended into Heaven
and were repeated.

To write a poem now…
the least I could do.

 

Depression & Health, Work & Play, Children, Blogging & Media, AudioNovember 3, 2011 4:00 pm

#Audioboo : why I"ve come back to social media @chrisbrogan thanks (mp3)

Dear Grace,

Chris Brogan published "Depression is an offline event" on 27 October. I was surprised because I’ve been thinking about how I could restart this blog after 9 months silence.  Because of my depression, I’ve been absent from all social media since January. Chris Brogan’s words spoke to me - gave me the lift & hook I needed.

I’m back here now - a changed person.

My bout of depression was awful.
Although I’ve had several bouts since 1992, this time was as bad as ever. The knowledge that I’d survived & pulled through before was hardly any consolation to me. It didn’t shorten or reduce the dominance of anxiety & low low mood every day. I felt as dreadful as I’d ever done, as hopeless, as cut off, as lost…

I gave up writing. I found the thought of social media & networking made me nauseous.  All the connecting I’d done so furiously & enjoyably seemed pointless & a waste of time. I spent huge chunks of the days alone in the house - avoided going out to meet people as much as possible. My confidence & self-esteem sank. You could say I practised the art of not existing - every day from mid January until about 10 October. 

Of course I went out & did things, went places, met people during this time. But my heart wasn’t in it. It felt to me as if I was going through the motions of being a person - without any of the satisfactions you expect from  ’ordinary life’. 

The long time I spent with you in Lahinch over the summer helped - but it didn’t lift my depression. I felt fortunate others were so good to you.  Did I ever thank them properly? Did I ever help them? 

But the depression has lifted.
I have hope again - some confidence & self-esteem - a multicoloured life has returned to me - and I now want to connect with others.

That’s why I’m writing this. 

Back to what Chris Brogan wrote:

 "In the last several weeks, two people that I’ve known from online have taken their lives. In both cases, there were tweets or Facebook posts or Google+ updates that hinted that things might be falling apart. But we rarely notice such posts. We rarely hear them loudly, because they aren’t Siri jokes or cats dressed like astronauts. 

Depression is tricky. People seeking to connect and get solace online, it’s not really going to help. You can’t count on your Twitter following to pull you out of a depression. You can’t feel floored when your online friends don’t hear you loud and clear. Remember that everyone is living out their own biography, and they might not be as aware of what’s been going on with you…"

Chris Brogan is a hero of mine. I’ve looked up to him for ages, admired his viewpoint & allowed it to influence me in ways I’d find hard to spell out. He usually writes about business. To find him sharing such tough & personal news moved me - I felt supported by his words - as if I’d found someone who lived in the same world as me. It is so good when a celebrity opens up & is as real & human as this, isn’t it?

Chris continued with this advice:

"… Seek help offline. Visit a priest or a rabbi or whatever religious person makes sense. Visit a shrink. Talk to your doctor. Often times, depression is a medical problem that is exacerbated by experiences happening in your environment. 

You’re not alone, but the online world makes it really hard to see your pain. Things move too fast, are too shiny, and we are all hurrying around. The online world can make you feel more alone when you’re feeling sad.

Get help early. Don’t feel like you are a failure because you need some help. The strongest people in the world get help often, in many forms. You are worth it. Please, seek help offline and then come back and chat with us, too. Okay?
 "

Okay Chris,
I have sought help offline & now come back to chat with you all.  You can easily imagine how encouraging your words have been, how they have been the difference between staying silent and reaching out online again.

But I’ve changed.
I’m not the same person I was before my depression. Or I am the same person, behaving differently. (I prefer the second formulation.)

I’ve thought hard about why I crashed with depression. Why I’ve crashed before - so rapidly.  I’ve listened to others & taken their views more seriously than ever before.

I won’t be blogging & tweeting with gusto & frequency - as I did so enjoyably, frenetically & obsessively.  I’ve held back for about three weeks - resisted the urge to rush forward into the fray of online life.  I’ve been careful to limit the number of people I’ve caught up with face-to-face. Not because I haven’t wanted to, but because my priority is taking care I don’t get drawn into overdoing myself.

I need a quieter life, with much fewer projects & ambitions.  I need to be gentle & moderate.  Did anyone ever describe me as "gentle & moderate" before? I bet you didn’t..

Thanks a million
A huge "Thank you" to all who contacted me online & asked how I was. Your words helped me feel unforgotten - even helped me feel I meant something valuable to others. Even though I never replied to you - and often wished I didn’t exist at all - you did me good. My feeble memory recorded your kind concern. I appreciated every word & wish.

I apologise for vanishing without explanation. If I could, I would have written a short note - as Marian Keyes did in January 2010. That would have been considerate but I didn’t have the strength for that. (Marian also wrote these moving & informed pieces in May & June 2010.)

Afterlife is now for me…
I feel more meaning in the phrase "today is the first day of the rest of your life". I’ll do my best to strike a satisfying & sustainable balance (you know what this means.).  Yes, I’ll feel again the urge to spend massive energy on attractive ideas & projects.  I’ll need help from others to keep me on track.  I can’t do it alone.

Grace, 
You are such a support to me - my job of being a good-enough father to you matters so much to me. Thank you for being here, for giving me the opportunity to live & keep well.

With love to you all, and a special thanks to Chris Brogan.

 

 

Depression & Health, Work & PlayJanuary 5, 2011 7:55 pm

The social media holiday was difficult.  I got flu & was grumpy all between Christmas & New Year.  

Listless, coughing … and a load more symptoms. Felt as if half my brain was present.

So it wasn’t anything like the holiday I hoped for.

But there was one really good thing about it - my mental health held up - I had no trace of depression, lack of self-confidence or self-esteem. I didn’t like myself much but I still felt intact, whole - misery-guts but in good nick.

You see I’ve had a good few dreadful Christmases when my mental health was absent. Those were the really touch times. This year it was only physical trouble, aches, pains, annoyance - all stuff I’m glad to say I’ve been strong enough for.

So there’s plenty to celebrate - even if I don’t yet have the mood for celebrating.  I’m confident I’ll get back into the way of energy - the mind & body will start to flow again.

I took snaps on Christmas Day - family times.  I was well enough to do that - then I gave up and did a bit of fiddling with shots on the iPad.  I’m useless at taking snaps when my humour is foul.  But now I find I put a few on Facebook. Maybe I did more during the time than I realised.

Anyway it’s good to be back here - and I hope to blog more consistently during 2011. 

 

Depression & Health, Work & Play, Children, Blogging & Media, Customer service, Photography & Travel, Food & DrinkDecember 6, 2010 10:49 am

This is the morning after HelpPortraitCork.  I’m slowly recovering energy.  When I woke I wanted to cancel the day & stay in bed. The adrenaline was gone - the body felt as if it was fit for nothing.

Help-Portrait was that good.  Later I’ll say more about what HelpPortraitCork was like yesterday.  Until then, this is the complete set of audios I made on the day:

On the day: 

(1)  Start of day diary recorded very early here 

(2)  Another personal diary about why I’m doing Help-Portrait - recorded as I left home   here  

(3)  Just as HelpPortraitCork was ready to welcome people for their portraits - voices of our team here  

(4)  1310 What it all looked like and sounded - music & interview with magician Ger Kearney here

(5)  Lunchtime: More sounds from the lobby of HelpPortraitCork - two make-up artists (Lisa & Andrea) speak here  

(6)  Towards the end I interviewed Michael Lynch & Darran Kelleher of AV3 Productions  here 

(7)  The end of HelpPortraitCork - a description & "in a word" comments for many people here  

 

 

 

Depression & Health, Work & Play, Photography & TravelNovember 22, 2010 11:55 am

I’m about to go to the dentist.  I’m about to finish a cup of coffee in Cafe Beva in Glanmire, near where I live.  I’m about to upload a few photographs of Rocky - our Coton de Tulear puppy - to Flickr

You are about to do something too.  

The whole world is about to do something.  We are all about to make something happen.

Now I’m paying a little more attention to what I’d doing.  I had to notice what was about to do in order to appreciate what I was doing.

Appreciating now.  Slowing myself down a little…

Here’s a gift for you…

It was taken on Inch Beach in East Cork -  yesterday.  It was uploaded today, a few seconds ago.  

I simply hope you like it. 

Depression & Health, Work & Play, Blogging & MediaNovember 19, 2010 4:55 pm

Yesterday I suggested to someone their tweet on Twitter was valuable.  I said I’d like to see more of the thinking that lay behind those few words.

I gave the other person my words in a tweet - I then forgot about it.   I got on with the rest of my life…

I had no idea what would happen next.  Never anticipated.  Didn’t think of the consequences.

You know what the person did?  They went & wrote a whole blogpost.  They sat down & elaborated, opened up their original thought & communicated in a whole new way.

My few careless words were like a feather that tipped the scales - thrust the other person over the parapet - and they flew into valuable reflection.

Why is this worth remarking on?

Because it happens all the time.  People we meet are balanced - they are ready to move in one of two directions - forwards or backwards.  Your words, your glance, your tone, your little gesture could be the straw that breaks the camel’s back - that tips the other person over the edge.

Meaning? 

I’m not saying you’re responsible for the influence you have on another person.  This is a lot more complex than simple causation.  The impact of you doesn’t occur in a vacuum - the other person is ready for something.  You simply are the light touch that makes the difference to all that happens next.

This is the butterfly in action - the one that’s at the heart of chaos theory.

I was thrilled the other person wrote their blogpost.  Delighted they delved into the challenge of spelling out their meaning.  I felt good to be associated with the result.  

But it was an accident that was waiting to happen.

Isn’t life funny? 

Depression & HealthNovember 1, 2010 9:40 am

An audio version of this blogpost is here 

Today is Monday - the first day in November 2010.  Today is Now - whenever you read this, it is Now in your life.  I am sitting in my office in Glanmire Cork.  I am in Now.

Now is the moment when I think of my mental health.  Now is when I realise I’ve been depression-free since the second week in September 2008.  Now is wonderful.  Now is fortunate.  Now I think of those I know who are in the depths of a bout of depression. They are real people - struggling real people.

Now I know you know people who are in the grip of a bout of depression.  Now I think you are aware of others whose mental health is at risk, who are in trouble.

Now I think of one specific man in Ireland.  One real person who’s doing his best to keep on breathing.  He lives now.  Now is a good time to think of him.

Now is the moment I am aware of the many who are Now struggling to live with their mental health.  Now we in Ireland are fortunate to have Aware.  Here… Now…

Now is what is.  Now is my effort to focus on how my mental health is Now.  This is now my effort to help you think of your mental health… and the mental health of those who are Now in your mind.

Now is us, our time for being here & Now.

Now is a moment in the journey, and the journey of mental health is Now…

Now I am doing my best. 

Depression & Health, Politics, Poetry, Art & Science, Work & Play, Children, Photography & Travel, History & Museums, Epic PoemSeptember 7, 2010 8:58 am

Writing an epic poem is epic work - the result may be epic too - or disastrous.  I remember spending huge chunks of time in November 2009 - writing this poem in a Moleskine Notebook - as I travelled round Ireland [& UK too].

Recording an audio version of an epic poem is another epic job.  I’ve been doing my best.  Now it’s reached the 8th stage, canto 8  [I wonder where Dante was at this stage of his epic Inferno?]

You might like to listen to this version  [I’m gradually reading it into iPhone & sharing it via AudioBoo.]

Canto 1

Canto 2

Canto 3

Canto 4 part 1 & Canto 4 part 2

Canto 5

Canto 6

Canto 7

Canto 8 

What I’d love you to do is listen to some, and write (or audio) a review which let’s me know how you found it. 

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