Sean Walsh

I live in Dublin, Ireland. Sometimes. Most times I live in my head, quite unaware of my surroundings – if you know what I mean… If you succeed in tracking Sean Walsh, please let me know, ok? I've been searching for him for years…

Another Time, Another Place

Published on Thursday 26th March 2020 by Sean Walsh

Collegio Sant Isidoro, Via degli Artisti, 41, Roma 2. Dear Michael, An assurance has settled upon me since last I wrote – the assurance that I have arrived, made it, got there.  Realising that I am a priest is not at all as easy as I had imagined: for days on end after ordination I found myself coming up with...

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Conclave

Published on Friday 13th March 2020 by Sean Walsh

CONCLAVE, the new, shorter, tighter, faster-moving version is now available on Amazon.com Amazon.co.uk Smashwords.com etc. And all the better for my editing during the past several weeks – even if I say so myself! Set against the backdrop of the first Good Friday, the storyline is uncannily familiar – and relevant: the High Priest, Caiaphas, and his Inner Circle meet behind closed doors to...

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Carlo Carretto: Ode to the Church

Published on Monday 2nd March 2020 by Sean Walsh

(Carlo Carretto, an Italian monk who died in 1988. For many years, he lived as a hermit in the Sahara Desert.) How much I must criticize you, my church and yet how much I love you! How you have made me suffer much and yet owe much to you. I should like to see you destroyed and yet I need...

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Master Class

Published on Sunday 1st March 2020 by Sean Walsh

 Master Class  So long ago?.. ‘Seems like yesterday. Even now I close my eyes and re-live, re-call the noise, bustle. clamour, the sights, sounds, aromas, the stunning coloratura of Rome in the mid fifties…   Rome.  Ah, yes. The Eternal City. Citadel of Pius the Twelfth, Pontefex Maximus. Rome of the Latin Ritual and the Strict Observance, of sanctity and...

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To Barcelona with Love…

Published on Saturday 29th February 2020 by Sean Walsh

Las Ramblas was something else! A never ending boulevard of shops, cafes, bars, restaurants, caged birds, floral displays… A brilliant violinist backed by a throbbing orchestra… Row upon row of vendors, noisy locals, incessant smokers… ‘Finishing line at the harbour.    To Montserrat – by vertical bus!  Up, up and up again! Don’t look out, Ann! Down! Beware vertigo!.. German...

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