NeuroDivine

The day began in darkness, with the quiet resolve of an early alarm and the rhythm of feet on station platforms. Three trains and a tram—each a small cloister of waiting and wondering—carried me toward the diocesan synod of Meath & Kildare. Democracy in action, yes, but also discernment in communion: the Church of Ireland gathering to listen, speak, and decide.

I find something monastic in this movement. The Rule reminds us that “all should be called to council,” and so we go—autistic, neurotypical, lay, ordained—bearing our stories, our silences, our hopes. The journey itself becomes liturgy: a procession of purpose, a sacrament of shared responsibility.

I forgot the agenda, of course. A small chaos in the order. But someone will share, and grace will fill the gaps. Because inclusion isn’t just a policy; it’s a presence. And today, I am present.

So here I am, coffee in hand, agenda (eventually) in bag, heart open. Ready to listen. Ready to speak. Ready to shape the Church I love.