Madonna Magazine

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    Trees, spirituality and all that

    Sr Mary Tinney RSM

    Our view of our common home and our relationship to God are closely linked.

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    It's grand being a grandparent

    Margaret-Mary Flynn

    Grandparenting is not always easy, but it is always rewarding.

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    Peace I leave you, my peace I give you

    Margaret-Mary Flynn. 01 March 2018

    As Autumn approaches, we welcome the coolness of mornings, and softer light of evenings. It is a time of shifting perspectives, as our Lenten journey continues towards Easter. We pray for transformed hearts, 'to give and not to count the cost.' 

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    Peace is hand-crafted

    Margaret-Mary Flynn. 01 March 2018

    My grandson and his grandfather are in the shed. Heads together, small hands and large search through the box of wooden offcuts, pulling out random pieces and deciding on suitability. 'We're making a car, Grandma,' the little boy announces as I arrive. 

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    The secret ministry of frost

    Margaret-Mary Flynn. 10 March 2017

    Coleridge’s poem Frost at Midnight is one of my favourite poems, and I love the turning of the seasons that brings me to my battered old paperback each year to rediscover it

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    A golden and fragrant glow

    Margaret-Mary Flynn. 10 March 2017

    Every year at this time, a case of clingstone peaches would arrive at the back door of my grandma’s house. She would set up a table and a couple of wooden kitchen chairs in the shade of the willow tree, furnished with bowls and paring knives, and rows of the tall cylindrical glass preserving jars that she used in her Fowler’s Vacola Preserving outfit, her pride and joy

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    Of lutes, language, ouds and odes

    Margaret Mary Flynn. 09 March 2017

    He stepped through the door of the room I was using for entry interviews. A young man, dark hair, and the oval face, straight nose, strong eyebrows and lustrous dark eyes of Byzantine inheritance. We shook hands. Mehmet, in halting English, outlined his request.

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