|Abbey at Lindisfarne|
Also, I have ambivalent feelings about the need to travel or detach oneself from the world. The pilgrim in me understands completely the need to move out of the everyday; to take on the challenge of a journey; particularly to visit with and walk in the footsteps of the saints who have been an inspiration. The hermit in me agrees with the desert fathers and mothers - stay in your cell and find God there or you won't find God anywhere. God is in the everyday; and the everyday is everyday.
Jesus seems to do a bit of both; his wandering mission connects Jewish places with Gentile lands and sweeps back home to Capernaum or to to the place of trial, Jerusalem. When needed; there is the desert; probably only a few hundred yards from the trail finds him in solitude - though the solitude brings him nearer to his Father.
|Window at Walsingham, Anglican Shrine|
Before the summer break I had no plans and no plans for plans - my life is like that these days - then a friend offered me a weekend at Walsingham which was a gift and a blessing. A plan can be as complicated as it needs to be. Living in Britain I am surround by ancient places of prayer; some well known, some barely remembered. This summer I have visited some of them for an hour, a day, a few days.
|St Patrick's Well|
Having taken hundreds of photographs I thought I would share these with you over the next few weeks or so - in case you ever get to my part of the world.
I will keep you posted.