Wild Worship

Apparently the beach was ruined, no longer deserving of its Blue Flag status. The west coast of Ireland is dented with myriads of beautiful beaches and this particular one lies at the foot of Croagh Patrick in Co Mayo. A storm had thrown tonnes of stones, rocks and pebbles up into large mounds along the sand, the dunes were steep faced, uprooted fence posts lying around like driftwood, and the white painted lines of a car park buried under all the debris. The wild Atlantic had violently smashed wave after wave onto the land and altered it beyond recognition.

Ordinary Sanctification

I got a text message from a friend today. Right in the middle of an ordinary day, doing all the usual ordinary things, someone said,

I’ve prayed for you.