We worshipped with the community of St Bartholomew’s church in the delightful South Lakeland village of Barbon. The friendly community know how to welcome strangers and we enjoyed refreshments and a good chat before taking a wander around the village and farm lanes.
Surrounded by Union Flags in a beer garden at lunchtime we reflected on Friday’s 90th birthday celebrations. Happy birthday Ma’am!
‘Between the head and the feet of any given person is a billion miles of unexplored wilderness. ‘
I saw these words of the dance teacher Gabrielle Roth on a poster advertising a course working with dance as a transformative process.
It struck me that however far we travel across this amazing planet, it is the inner journey which remains the most adventurous.
We remembered our friends in Holy Trinity, Haddington as we shared in the celebration of Trinity Sunday in Chartres Cathedral this morning. An hour ahead of BST, we began our services at the same time. Synchronicity!
This afternoon we explored the huge crypt. After a devastating fire in 1194 only the crypt, the west facade and the North and South towers of the cathedral survived. The building we see today is the early 13th century reconstruction.
We drove in early to Chartres to wander the streets of this wonderful medieval town and visit the Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Chartres.
In the west end of the nave we had a surprising glimpse of the 13th century pavement labyrinth set into the floor. We had not expected to see it as the cathedral building is undergoing restoration and the labyrinth has been covered by protective matting for about a year. There is still a lot of restoration work to be done before the labyrinth will be open again for pilgrims to walk it’s 800 year old stones.
Today, it was as though we just coincided with the labyrinth ‘coming up for air’. Within minutes it was covered over again but we had been graced by a moment with this beautiful path.
This morning we drove west from Avallon past vineyards and cattle fields shrouded in the early morning mist to the hill top village of Vézelay with it’s immense Romanesque Basilica of Mary Magdalene. For centuries pilgrims have flocked to this place of simple beauty and stillness.
We were able to share in the celebration of Pentecost led by the contemporary Community of Jerusalem. It was inspirational.
The other day we took a walk through the village, past the Church of Reconciliation, then east down the hill to a peaceful area we both love. It is a place of stillness and reflection with paths for walking, a waterfall and lake, magnificent trees and inordinately loud frogs.
Our short time there reminded us how special this place is for us, to our story and our lives.
Last week over 6000 predominantly young people from many places across the planet gathered in the Church of Reconciliation in the village of Taizé, France. The building was designed by one of the brothers of the Taizé community in the 60’s and was built by young Germans working for reconciliation after the Second World War. In the early 70’s the community demolished the west wall and added a circus tent for more space. The building has been constantly adapted to welcome over 8000 pilgrims at any one time.
I first came as a pilgrim to Taizé in 1971 and was enchanted by the square stained glass windows running along the south side of the church depicting some moments from the Christian story. I loved the simplicity of form and colour. This week I rediscovered a window of St Francis, made by the same brother, in the Romanesque church in the village. I had not seen this window in several years. It was a lovely connection with our time in Assisi this Easter.
The Benedictine Abbey of Cluny, founded in 910 CE, was the center of a major monastic movement in the Middle Ages. However, by the time of the French Revolution the monks of Cluny were so thoroughly identified with the Ancien Régime that the order was suppressed in France and the monastery at Cluny was partly demolished. The abbey was sold as national property and was used as a stone quarry.
Today we visited les Haras Nationaux, an Imperial Stud opened by Napoleon in 1806. The stud stables stand in what was once the choir and apse of the Abbey and were built out of the Abbey stones.
Cluny on market day was buzzing with people. The sun shone and it was a great day to celebrate Boro’s promotion back to the premiership. Fantastique!
Two days ago a new baby was born into our family. We ‘met’ via FaceTime. It is hard to put into words how much love flowed in that virtual world.
May she know without doubt the love of her family and friends. May she know the kind heartedness of those she encounters. May her life be full of all that will deepen her humanity. May she live in the simplicity, compassion and joy that makes for peace.
Took a drive into Macon to do some essential jobs and wander the city along the west bank of the Saône. The river was in full spate and although a canoe would have made it under the arches of the 11th century Saint-Laurent Bridge a higher craft might not be so fortunate.
The west facade of the Eglise de Saint-Pierre shone in the breaking sunshine. Entering the dark interior I was drawn to the small patches of light.
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