Martin Kirby

Martin Kirby

HEADING FOR THE HILLS

Sweet emotions of the soul

What on Earth do we make of this time?Tragedies mount. Isolation bites. Bravery and selfless service by a minority pound the consciences of the majority.We are denied contact, more aware than ever now...

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An education

Forget mortality for a precious while. Too alarming. The current shadow scaring the world needs qualified perspective, and I will leave that to the experts.Let’s talk about immortality.What’s in a...

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You’re involved

“Ecology? Look it up. You’re involved.”So it began, on posters plastered across Vancouver fifty years ago, the movement that matters much to me, to us as a family. That my wife is Canada-born is...

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Catalans and Cowboys

The question may not be asked, but the puzzlement is often etched on faces – why did we choose to live here in The Priorat, a thousand miles from all we knew?It has a great deal to do with cowboys.On...

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Rhythm

How I need the rhythm. From listening to my heart, literally finger on pulse when my head begins to bully, to the familiarities, smiles and constancy of Priorat community and nature.I find such comfort...

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Seascape

Thirty years ago I was on an express train. It was November 10th and I was about to have a front row view of history, just as I sense is happening to me now.The Hanover to Munich service was on schedule,...

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Watershed

Dear A,Good to hear from you in the UK. We are alright, thank you, and glad to hear you are too. The comment about the prevalent political problems affecting us is, indeed, pertinent. We are distressed.We...

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Living with Bubo

You know that queasy feeling that you are being watched? Of course you do.But I’m not talking about deep State or online data capture. This is about the unnerving sense that non casual, uncomfortably...

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LEAVING HOME

I sit here bereft. Maggie, my partner, is equally rudderless and raw. Our son, our second child, seven months old when we moved to Catalonia in January 2001, flew to Amsterdam today to settle into his...