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A tear in the fabric—where reality bends and the unexpected slips through.
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Boundaries. Café. Overwhelm.
Today in Caffè Nero, I found myself in one of those situations that many neurodivergent people will recognise—where a simple moment becomes unexpectedly intrusive and overwhelming. A woman at the next table began asking me a series of personal questions: When I tried to disengage with a simple “Oh just leave me alone,” she continued Continue reading
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Star. Blackthorn. Light.
On this Epiphany morning—Nollaig na mBan—we gather around quiet revelations: frost on bog cotton, bare branches holding promise, and the steady light that guides us home. A new hymn rises from the Irish landscape, blessing the unseen, the faithful, and the radiant Christ who meets us in every dawn. Continue reading
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Riverbank. Roundabout. Peace.
Psalm 23 has followed many of us through the twists and turns of life—a psalm whispered at bedsides, sung at funerals, and carried quietly in the heart on days when the road feels long. Its images of green pastures and still waters are timeless, yet they also invite us to recognise God’s presence in the Continue reading
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Light. Frost. Presence.
The tenth day of Christmas rarely draws attention. No feast, no fanfare, no special observance in the Church of Ireland—just a quiet winter day held within Christmastide’s long, slow glow. Yet for many of us, especially those who move through the world with neurodivergent rhythms, these “unmarked” days can feel like home. They offer space Continue reading
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Name. Covenant. Praise.
New Year’s Day in the Christian calendar invites us into a quieter beginning than the world expects. While fireworks fade and resolutions rush in, the Church turns its gaze to something far smaller and far more tender: an eight‑day‑old child, named and marked in the flesh. The Feast of the Circumcision and Naming of Christ Continue reading
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Chosen and Kept: The Sacred Liturgy of Presence and Care
In the quiet hum of the dialysis unit, where machines pulse with steady rhythms and time is measured in millilitres, Declan and Marcus find a sanctuary. Their story is not one of mere survival but of abiding joy, friendship, and the sacred dance of queer kinship amidst constraint. Dialysis life imposes limits—fluid restrictions, dietary rules, Continue reading
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Tuna. Melt. Miscommunication.
🥪 When “Set Menus” Aren’t Actually Set A NeuroDivine reflection on clarity, communication, and the humble Tuna Melt Today’s small frustration: ordering a simple Tuna Melt in Supermac’s SuperSubs and discovering (again) that a “set sub” isn’t actually a set sub at all. The menu says Tuna Melt.The ingredients listed are tuna, cheddar, mayo.But when Continue reading
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Sorrow. Mercy. Peace.
One star. One silence. One prayer. On the fourth day of Christmas, we remember the Holy Innocents — children lost to violence, grief held in the heart of the season. This hymn is a quiet offering: a song for mercy, healing, and the fragile hope that still flickers in the dark. Continue reading
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Eagle. Word. Friend.
A small gift for St John’s Day: a new hymn for our patron, inspired by the Beloved Disciple and shaped by the familiar strains of St Columba and Ballerma. Continue reading
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Midnight Garden Diplomacy
Three shapes in the dark, a brief standoff, before the night exhaled again. Continue reading
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