This time I looked at it as a monumental threshold...into a resting place...into the womb of the earth from which we all came and to which we all return in time. It is not a morbid thought at all. In fact, it is quite comforting. No use worrying about something that is inevitable.
I learned, this morning, of the death of a dear colleague from my teaching days in a tragic accident and it made me think of something John O'Donohue wrote:
Your soul knows the geography of your destiny...it will
take you where you need to go, but more important it
will teach you a kindness of rhythm in your journey.
|John's grave at Fanora|
Ancient bones have been excavated here and when it was made it would have been covered over with earth forming a mound with a single entrance. People have inhabited this remote landscape for 10,000 years. There is a pull, a magnetism here that you can feel right down to your toes. Those ancient people knew it, it is why they came. Things happen to you here and you will be changed on a very elemental level by the experience. That is one definition of a thin place.
I continue to struggle to get my health and energy back but this too, as awful as it is, is part of the journey. It has brought me face to face with my own vulnerability and made the concept of "community" all the more important for me. Every pilgrim knows that we can't avoid adversity. We must accept what does come our way...we will find the way to get through it with the help of friends and loved ones.