Harvest With grateful thanks We receive the bounty of this earth. Giver of plenty, You are the source of Plants and meat, Milk and herbs,...

On the Ireland Pilgrimage in July, 2017, we visited the ruins of the monastic community of Glendalough. There in the 6th and 7th century,...

By the rivers of Babylon— there we sat down and there we wept when we remembered Zion. On the willows there we hung up our harps. For...

You went out to walk your dog, A giant, beautiful puppy, Who wiggled in ways only puppies could. I called out to you,"Can I bless your...

Probably the most fun I've ever had at work ... Blessing the animals on St. Francis Day (October 4). We gathered on the lawn in front of...

Today is the feast day of St. Francis of Assisi. In St. Francis' "Canticle of the Sun," he named all of creation as his siblings. We're...

Some days it seems too hard to Turn on the news, Read the texts, Answer the phone. What news, What pain, What disaster Awaits us today?...

I first rode a horse when I was in early elementary school. It was a pony owned by a family in our church. I was hooked and asked, "Dad,...

In these days when political correctness is not politically correct ... When pundits talk of two sides in their own bubbles ... When we...

Hate, emboldened, Steps out of a closet, Packs a suitcase, And drives to Virginia. Hate, emboldened, Does not feel the need To cover up...

We walked in the steps of Columcille during our pilgrimage to ancient, sacred places in Glencolumcille. Born in this County Donegal in...

Yesterday we took a very special pilgrimage to ancient stones in the Glencolumkille village in County Donegal. The traditional name of...

We are in the west in Donegal, the birthplace of St. Columcille (Columba is what he is called in Scotland). Land of sea and sky and...

On these shores People prayed to the morning sun. On these shores People gathered food, repaired nets. On these shores People launched...

Today we walked with St. Patrick. We visited the Patrick Centre in Downpatrick and prayed at his grave. We touched the cold water of St....

We spent the day with St. Brigid in Kildare. We rekindled the fire of hope, love, and justice at the place of Brigid's fire. And we took...

We enter the gates Of Clonmacnoise. Ahead of us are Centuries of life in the Spirit. You have a choice, the leader says, Go in pilgrim or...

I found myself drawn back to the ruin of St. Ciarán's Church at Glendalough. St. Ciarán was the anam cara (soul friend) of St. Kevin. His...

One turned up palm is out the window, stiff as a cross beam, when a blackbird lays in it and settles down to rest. -Seamus Heaney A poem...

I was a young adult preparing to visit Ireland when my great aunt Eileen shared this picture with me. Aunt Eileen had inherited the photo...