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September 11, 2025 at 9:36 PM
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A breath of sanity from John Moriarty
(because we all need it sometimes).

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A beautiful sunset of (I assume Irish) mountains. It was the mythic landscape in which John lived and learnt to reconnect. Thrice baptising, he would say, his cancerous Western education out of his head, and nurturing the glowing ember of his 'bog soul.'
August 12, 2026 at 3:43 PM
ulster-druid.bsky.social
Hairy authors for the win!
Feel free to share your favourite philosophical furball 😍

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September 20, 2025 at 7:46 PM
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"Standing tall and alone, his head pulled back like a snail’s into the shell of his shoulders, the heron was silent, drawing his sense of himself from within, he never once needed to see his own face in the water.”

John Moriarty -Nostos

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Extract from John Moriarty's 'Nostos' from the John Moriarty Community FaceBook group. "One of my favourite passages from Nostos “Sometimes coming down for the cows maybe, coming very quietly, I would look over the parapet of this bridge and I’d see a heron. A strange ghostly bird he was, and how tall he could stand, standing from the tips of his yellow legs to the tips of his yellow bill. And then, with his lovely blue mantle over a white shirt, he was better dressed than a priest saying mass on Laetare Sunday. Seeing me, he’d take fright and taking difficult, steep flight in a place narrowed by high banks and by sally trees, he’d fly downstream with unhurried, wide, wingbeats. Always, always, meeting a heron had a strange effect on me. Even physically I would feel different. It was as if, just by seeing him, I became him. I became his silence, I became his solitude, I became his distance, the most holy distance he kept from the human world. We hated being alone, but he didn’t mind at all. He didn’t even need a dog with him, the way my father did. And when we fished for eels, turning every likely stone from here to Danny Shaun’s Bridge or, working upstream from here to Paddy Aherne’s, how full of excitement and noise we were. Looking back on it, we were every bit as screechy and greedy as seagulls following a boat out of Inis boffin. Standing tall and alone, his head pulled back like a snail’s into the shell of his shoulders, the heron was silent, drawing his sense of himself from within, he never once needed to see his own face in the water. Meeting a heron is like meeting the shy, sequestered parts of ourselves. It is like meeting all the parts of our own soul that the economic world has no use for.” John Moriarty 'Nostos'
August 18, 2026 at 7:48 AM
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God doesn't need to come down upon a mountain, for the mountain itself is the revelation. We only have to look at it and we will know how we should live.

- #JohnMoriarty
March 28, 2025 at 9:26 PM