I tried to do a quick blog entry on the Friday morning following posting Lena's memoriam piece, before I realised that I couldn’t fill the space above that with my usual inanities…
I needed to craft this one more carefully, out of respect.
‘…pearls of time/strung on life’s narrative/iridescently unique.’
My last post (before Lena) took us up to my meeting with Jean on Chesil Beach. That was a pearl of time; we walked together, talking of our lives, to the glade into the Othona community. We drank tea and then sat in the chapel together.
It was a gift to be warmed by her strength and inner peace, share the sacred space with her.
She emailed me today, with news of her weeklong walking retreat, ‘treading on sacred ground’.
I can still see in my mind's eye that fabulous vista down from the retreat out to sea – and feel the white peace of the chapel.
My walk back to the car that day was really special - I went along the cliffs as the sun was setting, lifted by the joy of our unexpected meeting. It seemed as if I was ascending into the sun...
It was about 8 when I got back to West Bay, I was starving – so I treated myself to supper in the pub…
I left West Bay under a crescent moon hung in indigo-black skies…
originally part of training/fundraising for the Hepatitis C Trust's Nepal trek. Now, sporadic musings...
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