Staring At Lakes Or Even The Bay.

Last week I featured a book by Mike Harding.  This week I read (ate) a book called: Staring at Lakes.  It's an award winning memoir by an Irish writer called Michael Harding.

 The book was very funny and so so emotional.  He writes a myriad of thoughts down; Does God exist? Mid life crisis, depression, sadness, lying in a coffin, melancholy,failing health, love, Christianity, Buddhism,the loneliness of being an artist or even a writer, even a human being...?

I read the book in two days and found it profoundly poetic and very moving.  I found emotions inside me that I thought I had locked up and thrown away the key.  Especially when my mother died in 2012.   For me the book was like opening a ribbon containing old letters from a loved one.  I cried inside when I read this book.  It's beautiful and I am going to buy his other 2 memoirs.

I won't spoil the book for you, but...  One evening his wife suggest they drive to the lake.  So they get into the car and drive there and park up and just stare.  They don't talk they just stare and think.  I do it myself looking at Bantry Bay, every day.  Thinking thoughts like: is life futile, does God exist, why are we here, will we ever see our loved one's again..?  I am sure the same thoughts my ancestors thought years, a go staring at the bay.

Sun going down on Bantry Bay.  A view from our garden.