Blogging St Beuno's - Week 1; Day 1

Travelling in:
Through England, an uncertain spring rising
The fields look bad;
Wales holds snow reluctant to disperse
and sheep with lambs tucked close beside.

 

 

Day 1:

 

Capel-y-Coed

In silence, the sound of eyelids blinking.

 

 

Later, my heart thrumming so loudly, I think it is footsteps in the corridor!

 

Snowdonia,Clwydian Hills, the sea.

A cardiac workout, and without knowing it, I am on Offa's path/
Snow deep, frozen, immutable; going nowhere.
I measure the miles on the map with the Bible's ribbon - further than I thought!

 

Peace is pouring off the walls as people do
their afternoon prayer work.
I sleep soundly and wake feeling
rested and relaxed
Yet aware of many bodily sensations
while I slept
almost as if a healer had been at work.







Walking the labyrinth, I trace
the nine months of pre-birth,
and childhood, spiritual awakening, long teenage years of obedience
the flowing and ebbing of love
and calling, priestly vocation the long, long backbone of it all.

There's so much ahead that I don't know.
What are these short rushes, these longer phases?
All I know is that I thought I'd lost my way but I
kept following the path and it brought me home.

 

 

In chapel, someone talks about the word 'et' - and,

meaning, there's more, always more!
God is a God whose love never ends,

so not of the end, but of the 'and.'

 

The scarlet sun drops into the sea behind the Great Orme. Gorgeous.