Sean Walsh

The Friary, Killarney. October 1950. Dear Michael, Yes, they are, too! Well, how would you like to walk ten miles in open sandals?! Eh-hh?.. To fill you in: last Thursday we set out from the Friary – twenty of us, walking two by two. With the open road in front – and the Novice Master behind – we walked to...

Hail Mary… Hi…  Hello…    Are you there – or are you on your travels? ‘Above – or beyond in Yugoslavia?   I, I’m never too sure when I have you, to be honest. But then, you’re a female. So I don’t find it all that surprising…   There was this shrine, as I recall. Oh, well known it was,...

The Friary. Killarney. Dear Michael, Here I am – in the Novitiate, in brown and in the best, oh the very best, of form. This morning, at the end of an eight-day Retreat, we were received – all twenty of us – into the Franciscan family. But I am way ahead of myself and so much has happened during the...

The Friary, Killarney, winter, 1950. Dear Michael,  Many thanks for your letter. It was good to hear from you. So how do you find Pre-Med? “Doctor Michael …” It sounds well. Oh, by the way, if you come across a cure for sleepiness in your studies let me know without delay, won’t you? Even as I write I have an...

“But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen.” (Matt 6: 6) Unseen – but there for all that… Stay in, stay safe. Wash your hands – the all-too-familiar diktats of the Pandemic. Now here’s a thing: social distancing does not cut ice with Jesus Christ!.. He is having none...