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Situating Prayer: A Personal Reflection on Death, Ritual, and the Temple of the Heart
There are moments when time seems to collapse inward, as though it folds along a secret seam only the soul can sense. In that silence, everything that has gone before and everything still to come seem to breathe together. I felt this the morning I learned that Helena had died – my neighbour, friend, mountain grandmother figure, lover of plants and pack and sky. The news came just after the autumn equinox, a hinge-time in the year when the light tips toward darkness and the ai


Singing the Soul Home: Keening, Wake, and the Old Irish Lament
In the hush between life and death, the Irish keening tradition once rang out with an untamed cry. A sound that split the air, carrying...


The Harrowing March of the O’Sullivan Beare
Along the rugged sweep of Bantry Bay, the land holds memory like stone. To the north rises the Beara Peninsula, to the south the long...
