Author: Nathalie Sheridan

Where is your life at?

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Poem

In your heart In your mind In your soul No sun ever reaches No smile ever breaches No warmth ever teaches You love Feeling Empathy You always hate Just hate Just petiness Just anger Just spite You are lost in perpetual darkness And you are too scared to come into the light

What if?

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Outtakes

What if being youis good enough? What if you are actually thatsmartfunnycaringcreativeorganisedwarm? What if you permit yourself to be enough? What if you are even more than enough? What if you belief you are actually worth it? What could you achieve if you would believe all of this?

Outer Hebrides: Transient Spaces

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Installations / Poem

When we were on holiday, I was experimenting with writing in nature–or writing with nature. The ebb and flow of the ocean, having to relent to the power of the water, made me contemplate the ever changing nature of our environment but also our selves. I thought what if we just relent, let go, let go of pain, fear, guild, shame? Let the waves wash them away? Wash away hate. Wash away your sorrow. I […]

Outer Hebrides: Washed Away

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Installations

Long evenings on the beach created an unfamiliar amount of time for introspection, breathing, watching, and then watching some more. The sky, the water, the sand, the animals. At some point the Gospel song ‘Oh Happy Day’ became stuck in my head. Mainly the phrase ‘he washed my sins away’. Exploring issues around trauma, there are some things we have been working with themes, phrases that seem to be taken on by the survivors: such […]

Outer Hebrides: Go with the flow

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Poem

Again this one does not quite fit yet. Discarded wet suitsDrying in the breezeA sad looking bag of charcoalCrunched upHolding the potential for one more BBQ But not hereNot nowNot on this holidayANYMORE Sadness creeps upThe simple lifeOf our ever-so-slightly moving abodeWill soon be packed awayFor another summer August has just begunBut for us the summer is over100s of emails loomingI have 48 hours leewayAnd mentally push Against the tidal amplitude of work-life I love […]