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Pattern, Presence, Praise
Even when nights are short, rhythm endures—through psalms, memory, and offering poured out in trust, resistance, and presence. Continue reading
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Held in Pattern
Finding grace in constraint, cosmic signs, and the body’s vigil There is a rhythm to dialysis. Not unlike the rhythm of the Divine Office—structured, necessary, and at times, painfully honest. It is a rhythm that reveals what is hidden: toxins, fragility, dependence. And yet, in that exposure, there is mercy. Psalm 51 dares us to Continue reading
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Wing. Fire. Sign.
A reflection on refuge, consequence, and discernment in sacred pattern. In the hush before dawn, Psalm 57 opens like a breath held in the chest: “Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful.” The psalmist shelters in shadow, not in fear but in fidelity. There is a clarity here that speaks to the autistic soul—the Continue reading
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Stone Word Witness
Practices that steady the heart through beauty, warning, and faithful speech. I sit with these passages as someone formed by a rhythm of shared work, ordered days, and quiet liturgical practice, and also as someone whose senses and attention follow different pathways. Here the scriptures meet the landscape of island weather, the inward order of Continue reading
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Worship. Not Warfare.
Militarised Christianity undermines democracy. True discipleship forms citizens through worship, conscience and compassion—not drills, ranks or recruitment. The Church serves best without an army. Continue reading
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Faithful in exile
Grief, grace, and quiet endurance in the margins of scripture and life Reflection on the Sunday readings. Jerusalem sits empty. The psalmist weeps by foreign waters. Timothy is urged to rekindle a gift that feels fragile. The apostles beg for more faith, and Jesus answers with a story about a servant doing what is asked, Continue reading
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Jesus Loves Me—And That Changes Everything
A reflection from an Irish Anglican autistic perspective on love, memory, and belonging “Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so.” We sang it every week in Sunday School, small voices piping through the church hall, surrounded by crayons, juice cartons, and the gentle chaos of kindergarten faith. I don’t remember Continue reading
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Mercy, not triumph
A quiet reflection on one pain-free night, naming grace in its fleetingness and giving thanks for small mercies. Continue reading
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Scattered. Rooted. Seen.
Autistic noticing turns a roadside walk into quiet reflection—acorns, oak, and grace revealed in the rhythm of pausing. Continue reading
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Forget, Feel, Forgive
The gentle rhythm of neurodivergent self-care. A second night, and the twinge in my left side is back. Familiar now. Not dramatic, not alarming—just a quiet ache that reminds me I forgot the preventative paracetamol. Again. It’s strange how the body keeps score, even when the mind is busy with liturgies, logistics, and late-night thoughts. Continue reading
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