Recently, I had a conversation with a friend who had suffered a great loss. There’s nothing novel about that. Most of us have the experience at some point or another of staggering about life, arms wrapped around grief, loss or…
I was just 21 when my mum died after a long illness. For the last month of her life, we nursed her at home, which turned out to be one of the defining experiences of my life. Perhaps it sounds…
God of measured metre, rhythmrising from the iron, soaring down the fairwaypulsing through the drill, healing places of decaypounding the pavement, a liturgy of cadenced paces. See here your servant, Paddyfull of life, connection, relatedness.May you be to him all…
The pounding of my heart, heralding a fear of who knows what had been completely quietened. In its place, an intense interest was flowering as I found myself peering deep into an empty chest cavity, tracking the embalmer who was…