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Rooted. Gathered. Blessed.

NeuroDivine has always been about recognising the sacred woven through our whole selves—our minds, our bodies, our ways of sensing and moving through the world. It’s a space where difference becomes a doorway, where the textures of neurodivergent experience are met with gentleness, dignity, and grace. This hymn grew from the ancient devotion of Tantum Continue reading
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River. Forest. Abbey.

The River Bann has long been a place of refuge for me. As a Venture Scout, I learned its rhythms from the seat of a canoe—the quiet pull of the current, the soft slap of water against the hull, the sense that the river always knew where it was going. I found the same calm Continue reading
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✨ A Christmastide Offering from NeuroDivine ✨

Out of the new hymns for Christmas 2025, comes a book : “The Mindful Year: Hymns for Christmastide”. Continue reading
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Machines. Mercy. Meaning.

In the long, measured hours of dialysis, I began to notice how healing is carried not only by machines and medicine, but by the people who sit beside us, the families who steady us, and the landscape we carry within. This hymn‑poem grew from that stillness—a way of naming the courage found in ordinary care,… Continue reading
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Rise. Renew. Forgive.

A reflection and a new hymn based on Baruch 1.15 – 2.10 and Matthew 20.1-16 rooted in the landscape of the Irish midlands. Continue reading
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Glory. Courage. Year’s‑End.

A hymn for St Sylvester’s Day — the quiet hinge between year’s-end and Christmastide light. In the glow of Bethlehem and the steadiness of pastoral care, we find courage for the turning of time. With new words for old paths, this post honours the holiness of showing up, even in storm-tossed days. 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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Child. Cross. Crown.

Lately I’ve been trying to write some hymns. It turns out that finding the right words for what the heart already knows is its own kind of prayer. Some days the lines arrive like old friends; other days they hide behind the kettle, waiting for me to stop trying so hard. Still, there’s something hopeful Continue reading
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Hush. Hearth. Wonder.

✨ Christmas Day gathers us in church and home, around tables and stories where rhyme becomes its own kind of prayer. I’ve written a new Christmas carol — not for melody, but for the way words can hold family, food, faith, and the Saviour’s quiet nearness. A small song in rhyme for a day full… Continue reading


