Friday photo – two crosses

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Still drawing on the Holy Island Retreat. I have no idea who created this cross in the sea but am grateful for their creativity. Standing on the shore, unable to reach Cuthbert’s island, this flimsy cross which looked like it might not weather much of storm drew me to look at the much more robust cross on the island. Both spoke to me.

Friday photo – sacred places…North Shore

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I am on Holy Island today, on our annual MCYM retreat. A place I first encountered twenty years ago and ever since it has had a very special place in my heart and mind. The picture is of North Shore – the destination of a walk round the island – big open spaces where the wind blows the sand across the beach in a way that reminds me of the work of the Holy Spirit. I am grateful for this oasis, this sacred place, seeped in prayer over many years, the hospitality of Marygate, the creativity of the Scriptorium, the memories of times at Open Gate, the 8am Eucharist that starts each day, the conversations, the friendships, the memories that give life and sustain.

Wondering Wednesdays – transitions

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We started our retreat on Holy Island by walking to the place where the marker posts lead, the tide was in, leaving the island was not an option. We talked about transitions, about bridges, about crossing places as we began a short season in a new place in a different way of being. Some of us made bridges as we spent time reflecting – mine is in the picture and was made from things I found on the shore. I shared this poem from Joyce Rupp which I will keep revisiting as I reflect on some of the transitions I am facing at the moment…

CROSSING OVER…
Crossing over into the unknown,
crossing over from a secure land
to one whose roads I have never walked.

Companion and Guide you are my transition coach.

You say to me:
“Cross over the bridge.
Go ahead, come on over. It’s sturdy enough.

Don’t look down, though, or you might get terrified
and never walk across.

Don’t look back too long or you will lose courage
and want to stay right where you are.

Hang on. Keep going.
That’s what bridges are for, to get you to the other side.
Trust me to protect you.”

For all of us in transition who have bridges to cross,
bless us, God of the journey,
gift us with the desire to go ahead.

Help us to trust that the bridge will be strong
and the risk will be worth it.

Reference:

From Joyce Rupp Out of the Ordinary  Notre Dame Ave Maria Press 1999 p218.

Honest Christianity – whatever your feelings, stick to your practices

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We heard this phrase from one of our speakers on our MCYM Holy Island retreat last week. Kate Tristram was talking to us about what sustains us as leaders as well as drawing on Aidan and Cuthbert as examples of very different leadership styles. It is very much a value of Celtic spirituality to have regular disciplines and expressions of values. This advice can can keep us from making unwise and short term focused decisions.

However, it assumes our practices are healthy, helpful, constructive and godly. Maintaining practices such as our daily prayers, readings, reflection spaces, retreats, hospitality, even when we are discouraged, tempted, tired, feel like giving up is wise advice, These are the things that kept us safe, focused, flourishing, so why not rely on them in the barren times?

This mentality maybe of a past generation, but in the midst of an immediate gratification
culture, they are wise words for every generation.

Wondering Wednesdays – walking and talking

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This week is one of my highlights of the year – the MCYM retreat to Holy Island. A part of the transition from one academic year to the next, the point after which I begin to look forward not back. It is a time for a lot of walking and talking – we don’t do a silent retreat – there are lots of places you can go for that. I love this quotation from Julia Cameron – it says something profound:Walking and talking humanize my life, draw it to an ancient, comforting scale.  We live as we move, a step at a time, and there is something in gentle walking that reminds me of how I must live if I am to savour this life that I have been given.  Savouring this life becomes an automatic and appropriate response the minute I dispense with velocity and pressure.

Reference:
Julia Cameron. Walking in this World.  London, Rider: 2002:1.

Friday photo – shadow pilgrim

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Yesterday I returned from our annual MCYM retreat.  The experience of the retreat is like a shadow over the rest of the year – a good shadow, one which provides respite from a too hot sun, a place of shade to relax in.  It has resonances for me of the shadow of God’s wings (Psalm 37.6), a place of refuge, safety and security. The retreat has grown into that for some of us who have attended all (7) or most of them.  Many of the comments this year were about the retreat being a special marker post in the year for people and of the way that we quickly rebond and welcome and embrace those who are newbies.  Thus for me the memory, the shadow, offers nurture and sustenance at different points in the year and is a special place where God ministers to us and we minister to each other and in particular God’s creation speaks and inspires.

Wondering Wednesday – revisiting marker posts and shelters

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This week we are back walking the physical marker posts and shelters that inspired our blog name, it is our annual MCYM retreat to Holy Island.  It is a time to hear from God, to revisit memories of other times we have walked this way, to listen to the wisdom of our speakers, to break bread with others in the church, on the beach, to catch up on news, to pray, to anoint, to make art, to drink wine, sip hot chocolate and to do all those things that make up an MCYM style retreat.  And as the prayer card in the church says:

As Aidan cared for the souls of others, help me to love unconditionally.

As Cuthbert trusted in you for all his needs, help me to have faith.

As Eadfrith was inspired to glorify you, help me to be creative.

As this island has been soaked in prayer help me to pray unceasingly.