Mediations by R.S.Thomas And to one God says: Come to me by numbers and figures : see my beauty in the angles between stars, in the...

At the End by R.S.Thomas Few possessions: a chair, a table, a bed to say my prayers by, and, gathered from the shore, the bone-like,...

Sea-watching by R.S.Thomas Grey waters, vast as an area of prayer that one enters. Daily, over a period of years I have let the eye rest...

A Reflection by Carol O'Connor I Go Down to the Shore I go down to the shore in the morning and depending on the hour the waves are...

Mary Oliver’s famous final couplet asks a question of us and subverts it at the same time. It forecasts a future that is already happening.

A Reflection by Carol O'Connor Invitation Oh do you have time to linger for just a little while out of your busy and very important day...

On Wednesday the 16th of June, Carol O’Connor led a Spiritual Reading Group session via Zoom on the Welsh poet R.S. Thomas. Four poems...

A Reading by Carol O'Connor On Wednesday the 16th of June, Carol O’Connor led a Spiritual Reading Group session via Zoom on the Welsh...

A Reading by Carol O'Connor On Wednesday the 16th of June, Carol O’Connor led a Spiritual Reading Group session via Zoom on the Welsh...

A reading of the poem by Carol O'Connor On Wednesday the 16th of June, Carol O’Connor led a Spiritual Reading Group session via Zoom on...

The choice to remain in a particular place, the waters where you have been born, turbulent now where once a reassuring murmur - lacking...

‘Stay with the music, words will come in time.’ Malcolm Guite. Carmelite nun, Jewish born philosopher Edith Stein was killed in a gas...

For God so loved the world - that She invented the first ray time of creation. When the lowering gaze of the sun’s rays and its rising...

How is a fish, bending agile smooth-silver through the water, is the bird’s supple-slip glide,....

In order for our lives to be creative, healthy and our own actions worthwhile we need this well time spent in careful silence....

May our feet tread lightly upon our shared home; May our eyes see more clearly the gifts of Your world.

A Series of Vignettes during COVID-19 I I am in a bubble. And you? Socially distanced? No. My beloved. My heart aches. II Greed breeds...

The mineral rose up in me; a wave of nausea and my eyes stung. I tried to hold the seeing steady, but what I saw kept dissolving and I surre

Faith It starts with an ache, with the asking, with a small pile of ash. For some, it comes by questioning, for others, by suffering,...