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Incarnation. Hearth. Peace.
Two altars, one story, and a quiet Christmas wrapped in warmth, presence, and apple crumble. Continue reading
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Midnight. Music. Mystery.
A Christmas hymn shaped by the organ’s waiting lungs and the quiet music that carries hope through the dark, inviting us once more into the story that begins at midnight. Continue reading
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Shift. Grace. Arrival.
A quiet reflection for a day shifted out of rhythm—when plans move, the centre wavers, and yet presence meets you exactly where you are. In the midst of a rearranged moment, a promise settles close. Continue reading
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Clay. Cornerstone. Calm.
A quiet meditation for a day that doesn’t follow the script, on being clay, being carried, and being steadied by the One who holds everything together. Continue reading
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Dawn. Light. Rising.
A quiet reflection from the organ bench on the day when light begins to return. Continue reading
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Doorways. Darkness. Dawn.
In the deepening dark, a key turns—and hope finds its way in. Continue reading
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Hidden. Growing. Faithful.
A reflection on the quiet places where hope takes root and grace begins to grow. Continue reading
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Fire. Law. Arm.
A flame that does not consume, a covenant that honours difference, an arm stretched out to redeem. Continue reading
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Wisdom. Hidden. Tradition.
A cryptic note in the Prayer Book calendar whispers of O Sapientia. Without the story, it slips past unnoticed. Yet here, at Advent’s threshold, Wisdom speaks—ordering all things sweetly, inviting us to pause and learn the way of prudence. Continue reading
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Waiting. Practising. Proclaiming.
Caught between Advent’s hush and Christmas’ song, even the organ bench becomes a place of paradox—where longing and joy are rehearsed side by side. Continue reading
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