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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


Opening the Window: Death Customs and Soul Beliefs in Irish Tradition
In Ireland, death has never been a hidden thing. It moves through the home, the community, and the land as something to be honoured,...
