This fall I'll be writing my thesis on the work of the Irish poet and former priest John O'Donohue. He died unexpectedly in 2008 at the age of 52, leaving behind a treasure-trove of writing and a number of remarkable interviews. John's language for the sacred was inventive and resonant far beyond the realms of the Catholic church. He wrote about beauty, friendship, landscape, and for me most importantly - belonging, and I hope that this will form the central theme of my thesis.
It felt important to honour the man I'll be reading so closely, so together with my dear friend Caroline, I set off to the west coast of Ireland - particularly to Connemara, where he lived, and County Clare, where he grew up and is buried.