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There is a promisethat is carried throughout the agesand journeys the barren beauty of wilderness,the valleys of griefand the thresholds of new beginnings. Jerusalem’s pilgrim polished streets;cream red veined stoneand walls of prayerhave not forgottenthe promise. It comes to the listening earwearied by the sounds of many voices,now available to the one true voice that […]
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God bless my blind spots Bless the people whose eyes I cannot see, give to them surfeit grace that overlooks the blindness of my log jammed eyes. And while you bless them, may you also bless the naked image I see in the mirror as for the very first time, spotless.
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With eyes acquainted with the dark may the first light of morning awaken within you a beautiful question; one that unlocks doors bolted by yesterday’s grief and the harsh and unforgiving words you have spoken to yourself. May the sun spill light into the cracks where the residue of darkness hides inviting you to walk […]
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In this body of evidence no stone is left unturned, searching for clues left behind by an abandoned past. Memory is like that, dusting the corners in search of a word dislodged by the wind and rain. In the crowd of strangers I look for the face of a friend to find my place. It […]
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When all is said and undone with plans nailed to the wall. When the well is dug dry with blisters in hand and life is a liturgy work without rest. Are you not worthy to receive without worth? With white flag raised; a soul surrendered is available to grace. Hands visible and invisible guiding the […]
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Walking backwards into the past I stumbled upon standing stones, guiding me on tomorrows way. Not seeing at first, I retraced my steps to discover where I had come from. Silent witnesses speaking from ancient pathways, rocks holding memory, wind breathing, and tidal cadence in perfect time with life’s first note. Bruised from the fall, […]
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Bardsey Island, known as the Isle of currents in Welsh (Ynys Enlli) and in English, Isle of Bards (Bardsey), located in the remote north west of Wales. Human history on this island dates back to the Neolithic age. From 429 AD the island became place of the Christian pilgrimage. Contemplation and ‘mortification of the flesh’ […]
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“Here there are pilgrims born of the waves with sunset in their eyes.” Moses Glyn Jones Pilgrim is the name you’ve been given as each day you walk the pilgrim way. Go west to land’s end and wait. Taking the narrow way across to the Isle of Bards, listen for the echo of saints come […]
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Go gently as you climb Máméan of Connamora. Walk in a manner appropriate for the mountain and for the greater good. Take two hands, one for the mountain and one for yourself. Tread softly upon the ground. With each step your foot will be received by creation’s waiting. This ground will love you and wound […]
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