AngelsAmongUs
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The Cloister on the Living-Room Floor
A weary night becomes a cloister: blankets, bears, angels, prayer, and the quiet presence of God. Continue reading
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Angels in the Corners
A Neurodivergent Reflection for the Festival of St Michael and All Angels There are moments when the veil feels thin—when the ordinary becomes infused with something luminous. Years ago, during an aromatherapy massage in Belfast, I found myself in one of those moments. The room was quiet, the scent of lavender and bergamot hung in… Continue reading
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