Reflections
Theology in the everyday.
Reflections on faith, church life, pilgrimage, disability, and the holy found in ordinary places. Here theology meets lived experience, and the everyday becomes a place of encounter with God.
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The Parallel Path
Choosing life while letting go The rook lifts up its ancient crywhere morning stirs the land;it echoes Patrick’s travelling prayersstill guarding field and strand.The wren sings from the moss‑soft hedge,a spark of Brigid’s flame;its blessing like the Living Breadthat knows me by my name.The blackcap from the ash and thornpours song like holy wine;a draught… Continue reading
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From the Depths to the Dawn: A Reflection on Grief, Landscape, and Psalm 130
New on NeuroDivine: From the Depths to the Dawn — a hymn and reflection shaped by Psalm 130, grief, the landscapes of Antrim, and the slow movement from sorrow toward morning. Continue reading
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The Echolocation of Grace
After dialysis, the bats over the River Barrow became unexpected signs of grace. In this reflection, Br Michael explores the intersections of chronic illness, Benedictine stability, and neurodivergent faith in the quiet, liminal space of twilight exhaustion. Continue reading
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Woven in Tartan, Grounded in Grace: Remembering My Father
Remembering my father, Brian Carchrie Campbell. A man woven in tartan and grounded in grace, defined by quiet faith and love. We will never forget. Continue reading
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The Cloister of the Chair: Stabilitas, Dialysis, and the Inheritance of Care
Before returning north to my dying father’s bedside, dialysis becomes its own vigil—a Benedictine reflection on chronic illness, stabilitas, love, and inherited care. Continue reading
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Under the One Canopy: St Eimhín’s Sky and Mine
Under the same sky, grief, illness, and grace learn to rest. Continue reading
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As Far as I Could Go
After keeping a final night’s vigil for my father, I travelled south for the medical treatment keeping me alive. A reflection on love’s necessary limits. Continue reading
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The Southward Track: A Liturgy of Woven Threads
I was writing the prayers my heart would need before my eyes even knew the shape of the mountain ahead. Continue reading
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Keeping Vigil at the Veil
Beside death’s quiet veil, love keeps vigil beneath Christ’s gentle presence. Continue reading
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Threads Gathered on the Road North
This morning I travel north again. The road from Leinster toward Antrim has begun to feel less like geography and more like pilgrimage: a long ribbon of motorway and memory carrying me back toward the small room where my father, Brian, rests now at the edge of the great crossing. In recent days, I have… Continue reading
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The Edge of the Great Crossing
A journey through the Ulster night leads to a hallowed family vigil, honouring a father’s quiet strength and praying for a soft crossing into peace. Continue reading
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A Space for Grace
A quiet Irish café, ancient ruins, and an overflowing cup. Explore how sensory peace becomes a form of sacred hospitality for the neurodivergent soul. Continue reading
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Navigating the Deep: St Brendan, Neurodivergence, and the Fragile Boat of Faith
For St Brendan’s Day, a reflection on fragile boats, neurodivergent faith, and the hidden grace found on unpredictable waters. Continue reading
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A reflection of birth, place, and thanksgiving
My birthday is shared with the country I grew up in. Continue reading
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Liturgical Colours: a quiet language of the Church
Before a word is spoken, the altar tells the story. Discover how the quiet language of liturgical colour shapes the soul and prepares the neurodivergent heart Continue reading
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The Lift of May
The first days of May feel like a blessing I can actually feel on my skin—soft air, bright light, everything finally opening out after the long drag of winter. In weather like this, my senses settle a little. The world feels more spacious, more possible. With my birthday falling on Sunday, I’m hoping the good… Continue reading
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When the joy caught up with me
Yesterday was a gift. Two of my hymns were sung in church while I was playing the organ, and it was wonderful to hear the congregation take them up. But I’ll admit: by the afternoon I was wiped out. I came home intending to tidy the house and instead lay down “for a minute” —… Continue reading
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The Daring of the Printed Sheet: A Good Shepherd Sunday Reflection
Printed for the first time, a hymn becomes real—carried by breath, held in community, and offered gently, where mist, music, and presence meet the Shepherd. Continue reading
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When the Writer is Undone
I didn’t expect to cry at my own writing. But rereading a quiet Good Friday moment, I found truth waiting—closer, heavier, and more recognisable than before. Continue reading
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A new setting for “Bless the Lord, O all my being” — with thanks
A hymn once written in stillness finds its voice in a new tune. A reflection on collaboration, gratitude, and the quiet grace of words becoming song. Continue reading
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