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…


Published on Sunday 13th October 2019 by Sean Walsh

"A long walk down a short corridor into a circle of strangers... Emma across from me, strangest of them all..."

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A Terrible Disease… Clericalism

Published on Sunday 29th September 2019 by Sean Walsh

Tackle Clericalism first – then reform the priesthood. Peter Daly.  If the priesthood is to be reformed, we must tackle the disease of clericalism. It won’t be easy. Clericalism is so deeply ingrained in our structures and way of thinking that we almost can’t imagine how things could be otherwise. In his 2018 “Letter to the People of God,” Pope...

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Stop Calling me Father!

Published on Tuesday 20th August 2019 by Sean Walsh

Many Catholics are overwhelmed, shocked, appalled, traumatized by the sex abuse crisis that is tainting their Church. And so am I. But what can we do? Above all, we must express our compassion and empathy for the victims, whose suffering is much greater than ours. This crisis demands that we transform the Church, which is made up of us all....

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Home Alone

Published on Thursday 1st August 2019 by Sean Walsh

The weekend we took off for a break, leaving her in charge… Butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth and her promising she’d lock up, switch on the alarm, share with Ciara in Carsons until we got back? Sure we were hardly gone – treading Friday afternoon traffic – when she was on the phone, ringing round, spreading the word: Jenny’s...

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Memo to Mary

Published on Sunday 30th June 2019 by Sean Walsh

There was this shrine, as I recall. Oh, well known it was, locally… We walked the three miles, there and back. Out the country. ‘Summer’s day… Me still in short trousers, ‘boots that needed mending. Six miles in all. A killer…   ‘Knelt for the Rosary. Nudging, gawking around, stifling a giggle… Every bead a penance…   ‘Grass trodden underfoot...

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