We are 36 pilgrims soaking in Ireland.

I’m not sure how to articulate these past four days.

We have gazed over cliffs, prayed the Psalms, stood upon bogs, sniffed peat fires, felt the wind, and become a community.

The “what” of this will speak into the future.

For now, I’m not much inclined to speak.

I’m listening.


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