Clonmacnoise
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Saint Ciarán’s Otters
When Clonmacnoise calls but strength is small, Saint Ciarán’s glowing otters bring the sacred home. Continue reading
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The Rope in Stone
A braided thread of ancient stone connects modern wanderers to Ireland’s timeless, sacred path. Continue reading
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Where Shannon Bears the Dawn: A pilgrim hymn for Temple Connor
A pilgrim hymn weaving the Shannon mist, ancient Clonmacnoise, and Sunday’s readings into heartfelt prayer. Continue reading
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A Hymn for a Wandering People, the Weary and the Small
A new hymn and reflection exploring Celtic thin places, St Columba’s crane, and finding sensory sanctuary amidst the recent community tensions in Northern Ireland. Continue reading
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A Clonmacnoise reflection with the spoken moment
At Clonmacnoise, a casual remark about asking my father a question became a sudden encounter with grief, memory, and the futures we lose Continue reading
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The Breath of Iona: Pattern, Prophecy, and Speaking the Ancient Word
Speaking ancient words at Temple Connor, a neurodivergent pilgrim finds a sensory reset at Durrow’s holy well, guided by the wild goose of the Spirit. Continue reading
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The Bread of Heaven at Clonmacnoise
Fresh from the altar at Temple Connor… At 11:00 a.m. today, on this Feast of St Columba, we gathered beside the Shannon where prayers have risen for fifteen centuries. As the notes of the Eucharist settle into the ancient stone, we reflect on what it means to be fed—and then sent. The Bread of Heaven… Continue reading
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Between Tuam and Clonmacnoise: A Columba’s Day Pilgrimage
On St Columba’s Day, a journey to Clonmacnoise recalls an earlier pilgrimage to Tuam—and the unexpected paths faith, illness, and grace can travel. Continue reading
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A hymn for St Benedict’s Day — “In valleys where the soft rains fall” (86 86 86)
A new hymn for St Benedict’s Day and a reflection on writing: A Quiet Rule for the Road. Continue reading
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Incense. Whisper. Hope. A hymn inspired by Psalm 141. “O Christ receive our evening prayer” (DLM).
This hymn is inspired by Psalm 141, the Church’s ancient evening prayer: “Let my prayer rise before you like incense.” Set in the landscape of Clonmacnoise, it joins the psalmist’s cry to the Shannon’s air and the long vigil of those who prayed on these stones before us. As night gathers, it asks Christ to… Continue reading
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