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For chronic illness, embodiment, and the quiet violence of pain.
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Stone Word Witness
Practices that steady the heart through beauty, warning, and faithful speech. I sit with these passages as someone formed by a rhythm of shared work, ordered days, and quiet liturgical practice, and also as someone whose senses and attention follow different pathways. Here the scriptures meet the landscape of island weather, the inward order of Continue reading
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Morning Mercy. Two Cats and a Quiet Question
I woke slowly this morning, not to alarms or aches, but to the gentle weight of love. Niamh, our white cat, had curled herself close to my chest—near enough to feel my heartbeat, wise enough to stay clear of the dialysis line. Her presence was soft, deliberate, like a prayer that knows where to land. Continue reading
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Quiet Giving, Steady
Shelter of Small Sacrifices These passages present a God who protects and corrects, a people invited to tell of that protection, and a Teacher who exposes spectacle and honours the wholehearted gift of the poorest. The sweep moves from communal refuge and reputation, through patient correction that aims to restore, to a quiet instance of Continue reading
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Measured Mercy Matters
Practices that bind memory, restraint, and neighbour-love into daily life These readings gather around a single truth: faith is lived where pattern meets compassion. Memory, measure, and mercy shape a life that keeps careful watch over small things while refusing to harden the heart. Ordered Longing The soul that remembers ancestral faith carries both devotion Continue reading
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💚 Still Wearing the Ribbon: October Reflections on Mental Health and Solidarity
Even in October, the green ribbon remains a daily symbol of solidarity, compassion, and commitment to ending mental health stigma. Continue reading
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In the Wake of Fire: A Reflection from an Irish Anglican
I am heartbroken to hear of the fire at the mosque in England, coming so soon after the attack on the synagogue in Manchester. These are not just buildings—they are homes of prayer, of memory, of community. To see them harmed is to feel the ache of something sacred being violated. As an autistic Anglican Continue reading
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Thirst, Wisdom, Presence
Reflections on longing, exile, and the liturgy of care inspired by the texts of Psalm 42, Wisdom 10:15–11:10, and Mark 12:18–27 There are days when the soul feels like a bog in winter—still, sodden, waiting. Psalm 42 speaks into that ache: “Why are you cast down, O my soul?” It doesn’t rush to fix the Continue reading
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Forget, Feel, Forgive
The gentle rhythm of neurodivergent self-care. A second night, and the twinge in my left side is back. Familiar now. Not dramatic, not alarming—just a quiet ache that reminds me I forgot the preventative paracetamol. Again. It’s strange how the body keeps score, even when the mind is busy with liturgies, logistics, and late-night thoughts. Continue reading
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Pain, Paracetamol, and the Puzzle of Self-Care
It’s 5am and my side aches again—echoes of a fall from a couple of weekends ago. I’ve taken paracetamol, the only painkiller I’m allowed on dialysis. It’s a quiet kind of surrender, not dramatic, just necessary. But I’m terrible at taking painkillers. Not because I forget, but because I hesitate. I second-guess whether the pain Continue reading
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Stewardship, Trust, and the Threshold of Mercy
The parable urges attentive stewardship, recognizing overlooked suffering, and trusting in love’s transformative power through compassion and action. Continue reading
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