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Cloak. Crack. Light.

What if the sacred begins not with certainty, but with cracked tiles and quiet waiting? This reflection traces a path through shadowed sanctuary, fragile bodies, and the light that chooses to fall where we sit—not where we stand. Continue reading
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Coat. Bear. Grace.

Reflections from the dialysis chair—on presence, partnership, and the stories still unfolding. Dialysis takes it out of you. The hours are long, the movement minimal, and the body feels like it’s been borrowed by a machine. For me—an autistic gay Irishman living in Kildare and receiving treatment in Port Laoise—it’s not just about the treatment. 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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Joy. Reverence. Presence.

On St Malachy’s Day, three scriptures whisper a quiet call: walk with joy, speak with reverence, feed with love. A reflection shaped by silence, rhythm, and the sacred art of tending souls. 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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Hidden. Held. Honoured.

When the crowd expects polish, mercy climbs a tree. This week’s reflection traces the quiet courage of being seen—coat on, note folded, presence enough. Continue reading
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Brightness. Silence. Cloak.

A quiet reflection for All Saints’ Day—where Wisdom walks with those who eat alone, where silence is not exile but grace, and where the cloak is never forgotten. Continue reading
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Fearful. Wonderful. Faithful.
Psalm 139 opens with a breathtaking truth: we are fully known by God. Not just in our strengths, but in our complexity. For those who experience the world through neurodivergence, this psalm is a balm. It tells us that every thought, every pattern, every moment of overwhelm or brilliance is seen and understood. God does Continue reading
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Candle. Rhythm. Mercy.

A morning reflection on readiness, quiet encouragement, and the grace of rising together when the signal comes. The readings for this morning—Psalm 111, 1 Maccabees 7:1–20, and John 13:21–30—carry a strange tension. Praise and betrayal. Courage and compromise. A candlelit room where someone slips out into the dark. And yet, the psalmist begins with a Continue reading

