May 2026
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An angel on the platform
At a misty platform, a quiet word steadies a stranger. For a moment, kindness takes form—and the ordinary world feels gently, unmistakably transformed. Continue reading
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A reflection of birth, place, and thanksgiving
I was born on 3 May, eight weeks early, in the old Waveney Hospital in Ballymena—a building that has since disappeared, though its memory remains stitched into my own beginning. I had barely arrived before the world tilted into urgency. Within an hour I was lifted into an ambulance and carried to Belfast, the capital,… Continue reading
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Liturgical Colours: a quiet language of the Church
Before a word is spoken, the altar tells the story. Discover how the quiet language of liturgical colour shapes the soul and prepares the neurodivergent heart Continue reading
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A new hymn for the Sixth Sunday of Easter—”On the hillpaths swept by heather” (87 87 D)
A new hymn for next Sunday, the Sixth Sunday of Easter, with seals, pine-martens, and meadowsweet. Come let all of creation point you to the Risen Lord. Continue reading
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The Lift of May
The first days of May feel like a blessing I can actually feel on my skin—soft air, bright light, everything finally opening out after the long drag of winter. In weather like this, my senses settle a little. The world feels more spacious, more possible. With my birthday falling on Sunday, I’m hoping the good… Continue reading
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