Reflections

Read Sister Rose Boyle's reflection: - A Winters Goodnight

Read Sister Rose Boyle's reflection: - A Universe of Leaves

Read Sister Rose Boyle's reflection: - Clouds on the Move

This January day is slipping in and out of wind and rain and darkness. Under drizzling, drenching rain,

It is early May and night is approaching. With curtains still open,

We stand on heaven’s doorstep, threshold of eternity. The “why” is easy…..

It was a magnificent autumn morning. The leaves of the Juneberry trees lining the

Memory and presence go hand in hand.The closeness now is so close, it's like touching the...

Travelling by train highlights a number of interests, concerns and opportunities.                                                         There is a wealth of life experience epitomised here. I’ve observed

Morning is a new day untouched.
It’s a gift that deserves to be unwrapped with care and attention,
with hope and love.

Rushing destroys it, while taking time adds dividends.
A slow cup of coffee adds taste to it.

I need morning-time to enjoy the day,
to look forward to its full potential.

Perhaps I could listen