Some time ago I was on a retreat in Glendalough, one of the most beautiful and ancient sites of Ireland.

For some reason during this retreat words were tumbling out of me, I felt an urgency to stop and write them down.  These words were written on the backs of receipts, tissues anything. Eventually I bought a mini notebook and they just kept pouring through me.

I don’t know if you would call them poems but they seem to come in that format, short staccato sentences, not long ideas for writing.  I took them down as best I could and I’ll share them here occasionally.

If you have never visited Glendalough please put it on your list of things to do.  Give yourself a whole day to explore, walk to the abandoned churches away from crowds – it is there that you will really hear your heart and soul talk to you.

If you are have a few days and would like to get away from the hustle and bustle to listen to yourself then may I recommend a retreat with


I sit alone

Surrounded by people.

Tower of Babel,

All languages spoken.

Some comes as tourists.

It’s one more box to tick

On the itinerary.

Some, like me

Still come as pilgrims,

To pray, to ask for healing

For ourselves, for others.

We come to this holy place,

This space between worlds,

Asking for guidance.

It was a hard life they lived,

But simple and uncomplicated.

They found peace in this valley.

My prayer?

To find peace in my heart.


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