Yesterday we learned of Tropical Storm Isaac. We prayed for all people in Isaac’s way. And we prayed again today. We will pray again tomorrow. And the day after that too.
Mary guided us to the labyrinth again.
It is the way we begin each of our times together.
Then we spent time in the “Tearmann” (sanctuary) together.
Mary read us these words from Brendah Kennely’s poem, “Proof.”
She has read them to us before.
I am taken with them:
I would like all things to be free of me, never to murder the days with presuppositions, never to feel they suffer the imposition of having to be this or that. How easy it is to maim the moment with expectation, to force it to define itself. Beyond all that I am, the sun scattered the light as though by accident.”
I would like all things to be free of me. Such a statement in ten words. How easy to maim the moment. That one has only six.
A few images from today (we’re able to download tonight because we have a better signal by walking about ten minutes down the river to the Glendallough Hotel. They have a better signal. . . well . . . and a pint of Guinness.)
In our blessings at the well, we dip our hands three times: once for ourselves, once for others, and then again for the earth. You are in our hearts and minds even as you are “free of us.”
All that we are experiencing makes me feel that this is the right place for us to be at this time in our lives. This valley has been seen as a holy place for centuries. The Druids, Celts, Christians and now visitors from all over the world come here to experience the healing, mystery and beauty of this place. We are blessed, “even as you are free of us.”