Spirituality
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Flow. Bridge. Threshold.
The Eleventh Day of Christmas is a threshold day—not quite the brightness of Epiphany, not quite the hush of midwinter, but something in between. Those of us who live with neurodivergent rhythms often recognise this “in‑between” space instinctively: the pause before the next step, the quiet moment when light begins to gather but hasn’t yet 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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Language. Matters. Always.
Worship isn’t a slogan. It’s a rhythm of truth. Christians worship the Triune God — not instead of creation, not against people, but through love that holds all things together. When language gets loud, clarity matters more than ever. 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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Mary. Vision. Light.
A winter saint steps into the glow of Christmas, where a mother’s guidance, a shepherd’s heart, and a dawning light meet. In these middle days of the season, his story invites us to look again at how grace appears — sometimes in vision, sometimes in silence, always in the turning toward mercy. 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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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
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