This week, we spend time with Liathach
a mountain whose name means The Grey One.

There is weight in that name.
Not heaviness, but solemnity.
A kind of presence that doesn’t ask to be admired, only respected.

Liathach doesn’t dazzle.
It watches.
It holds its shape through silence, shadow, and time.

In this reflection, we explore what it means to carry dignity without display;
to be grey not as absence, but as depth.