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For reflections on neurodivergence, cognition, and the search for clarity.
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Scripture. Tradition. Reason.
The Anglican “three-legged stool” is no flimsy metaphor. From a Benedictine vantage, Scripture, Tradition, and Reason are not rivals but companions—each leg essential, each supporting the other. Privileging Scripture alone unbalances the seat; true stability comes only when all three are held in rhythm, humility, and communal discernment. Continue reading
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Mask. Shift. Breathe.
For years I masked who I was. In 2024, I got my autism diagnosis—and started unmasking. Here’s what that shift has meant for my mental health, identity, and everyday life. Continue reading
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Threshold. Wilderness. Beloved.
On a quiet Thursday, far from the noise of machines and expectations, this reflection traces the contours of sanctuary, summons, and surrender—where the wild voice prepares the way and the beloved is named in the stillness. Continue reading
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Shelter. Warmth. Gratitude.
“November’s chill reminds us how lucky we are to have warmth, shelter—and the strength to keep going.” Continue reading
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Reflection: The Sacred Cycle
This week begins again. Not with fireworks, but with quiet courage. Dialysis isn’t just a medical routine—it’s a sacred rhythm of survival. A new reflection on NeuroDivine explores the grace hidden in repetition, and the strength it takes to keep showing up. Continue reading
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Hashtag. Joke. Realization.
Turns out #PCRMWG wasn’t just about pop culture — it was about autism. And apples. And Doctor Who. Continue reading
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Darkness. Tending. Awe.
Three women. One tomb. A psalm that ends in darkness—and a silence that trembles with the hint of resurrection. Continue reading
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Otto in Belfast
Otto the autism support bear visits Belfast—quiet comfort when a missing salamander stirs unexpected feelings at the museum. Continue reading
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Lift. Listen. Lean.
A Feast of Clarity and Care in the Midst of Constraint Readings: Psalms 145, 146 | Isaiah 55:1–13 | Luke 1:1–4 | RB 14 Reflection for St Luke’s Day There’s a gentleness in today’s readings—a kind of invitation that doesn’t rush or demand, but waits with open arms. “Come, all you who are thirsty… listen, Continue reading
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Golden Arches, Gentle Mercies
There’s a kind of liturgy in the McDonald’s breakfast queue. The same greeting. The same menu. The same McMuffin, wrapped like a small gift of consistency. For someone who lives with autism—and the rhythms of dialysis—that sameness is not dull. It’s dignifying. Before treatment, when the body braces and the spirit steadies, a McMuffin becomes Continue reading
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