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April 5-9

The first stop on our pilgrimage arc in the British Isles begins in Dublin, Ireland, adopted home of St. Patrick (5th century), who, kidnapped at age 16 from his family in Roman Britain by Irish pirates, was kept as a slave/shepherd for six years.  During this time, the seed of Christian faith, part of his family upbringing, took root within him in a new way.  During his 6th year of servitude, Patrick heard a Voice tell him he was soon going home and that his ship was ready.  So Patrick escaped, fleeing 200 miles on foot to a port where he persuaded a ship’s captain to allow him on board. He later returned as a missionary to Ireland, bringing the Christian gospel with him.

During our sojourn in Ireland, we look forward to connecting with Augustinian priest Father Martin Nolan, whom Chris and her family first came to know when they were serving as missionaries in Nigeria in 1968-1969.  We also look forward to renewing acquaintance with the Davis family, whom Chris met during a college study program abroad in 1984.

Other hoped for connections include deeper exploration of Earth-bound Celtic spiritual roots that found expression in the early forms of Christianity that emerged from Ireland.  They also look forward to beholding the Book of Kells, circa 800, and other ancient manuscripts which were products of the scriptoriums associated with monasteries and abbeys of the region.  It was the careful work of these scriptoriums, which helped preserve the patrimony of classic Western civilization after Rome fell in the 5th century and the great libraries were set to flame by the invading barbarians. (Read more about this in John Cahill’s masterful book, How the Irish Saved Civilization.)  The place of origin of the Book of Kells is generally attributed to the scriptorium of the monastery founded around 561 by St Colum Cille (St. Columba) on the Island of Iona.

I bind unto myself today

Trinity“I bind unto myself today the strong name of the Trinity by invocation of the same, the Three in One and One in Three.

I bind this day to me forever, by pow’r of faith, Christ’s incarnation, his baptism in the Jordan River, his cross of death for my salvation, his bursting form the spiced tomb, his riding up the heav’nly way, his coming at the day of doom, I bind unto myself today.

I bind unto myself today the virtues of the starlit heaven, the glorious sun’s life giving ray, the whiteness of the moon at even, the flashing of the lightning free, the whirling wind’s tempestuous shocks, the stable earth, the deep salt sea, around the old eternal rocks.

Christ be with me, Christ within me, Christ behind me, Christ before me, Christ beside me, Christ to win me, Christ to comfort and restore me.

Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ in quiet, Christ in danger, Christ in hearts of all that love me, Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.

I bind unto myself the name, the strong name of the Trinity by invocation of the same, the Three in One and One in Three, of whom all nature has creation, eternal Father, Spirit, Word.  Praise to the Lord of my salvation; salvation is of Christ the Lord!”

– St. Patrick, paraphrase by Cecil F. Alexander

 

April 1-4

Departing Boston on the evening of April 1, we cross the Atlantic by night.  Flying via Amsterdam to Glasgow, we catch a train to Edinburgh, our “home base” in the UK.  There we take time to adjust to a new country and time zone, and perhaps have our first taste of “haggis.”  (Haggis, not for the faint of heart, is a Scottish dish made of the heart, liver and lungs of a sheep or lamb, combined with oats, suet and other herbs and spices, and then cooked in a casing traditionally made of the animal’s stomach. Thus, haggis is essentially a form of sausage.)

Sculpting in Concord

Checking out the work of D.C. French

Checking out the work of D.C. French

We went to the Concord Museum following worship today.  The main exhibit was about the work of Daniel Chester French.  We saw all the models he did, including the Lincoln Memorial and the Minuteman.  He had a real interest in birds and we saw an owl, a dove, and other examples.  He was really good at sculpting wings.  We also saw a drawing he made when he was five years old of a bird, possibly a quail.  He wrote “Danny French wrote this bird.”

 

P1020228Naomi and I also got to work with a sculptor named Linda Sweeny.  We worked with sculpting clay.  She asked us to make something we really like, and so I first made a double decker fountain.  We put water in the fountain to test it out.  The fountain held the water!  I also made a bowl with a knife, fork, and spoon, because I like food.  I left the fountain there but brought the bowl and things home.

For his sculpture of Lincoln, D.C. French used a life cast of one of Lincoln's hands, but substituted a cast of one of his own hands for the other.  Can you guess which one?
Can you tell which hand belongs to Lincoln and which belongs to Daniel Chester French?

 

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We learned that Daniel Chester French had access to a true impression of Lincoln’s hands.  One of the hands was clenched and the other was not.  French didn’t like the clenched hand and so for the Lincoln Memorial he made a model of his own hand not clenched.  So on the Lincoln Memorial the right hand is Lincoln’s hand (from the impression), but the left hand is Daniel Chester French’s hand!

The Monks of Weston Priory

Weston Priory, Vermont

Weston Priory, Vermont

It originated in 1953 with the simple vision of one man, Abbot Leo, who, operating on a shoestring budget, found an abandoned farm on the edge of the Vermont’s Green Mountain National Forest for sale.  And it became over the ensuing 60 years a thriving Benedictine monastic community: Weston Priory.  I was privileged to experience the community’s rich, gospel-centered life and hospitality for seven days this March.

 

View west from my room at Romero House at sunrise

View west from my room at Romero House at sunrise

The cold temperatures, deep snow, a room looking west, and a small clutch of books, set the table for a wonderfully rewarding week.  Add to that the warmly welcoming community of the 14 monks of Weston Priory, and it proved the perfect combination for inward reflection and soul-strengthening.  Unlike the vast majority of other monastic communities in the USA, Weston has established itself was a community of equals, in which decisions are made by consensus and hierarchy is almost completely absent.  Over the years, the monks have developed a rich musical style, with original songs accompanying each of the 4 or 5 liturgies throughout each day, beginning at 6am.  (You can sample their recordings at their website.)  I stayed with a few other men guests in Romero Guest House, located 1/2 mile down the road from the Priory, and the walks several times a day became a welcome discipline.  I also had the opportunity to participate physically in community chores, such as snow shoveling and wood hauling, which made me feel even more a part of the community life.  Shared meals in the refectory were a treat: simple fare, and nutritious, accompanied by the traditional Benedictine custom of book reading.  In this case, the book in question, portions of which were read during midday and evening meals, was an incredible selection: UNBEARABLE WHOLENESS OF BEING–GOD, EVOLUTION, AND THE POWER OF LOVE, by Ilia Delio.  Remarkably, the themes of the book tie in beautifully with themes from the sabbatical.  It’s a creative and provocative read, which I highly recommend.  Here’s one excerpt from chapter 7, Christian Love:

We humans are not transients, renting a home in the cosmos until we can move to a more permanent one.  Human life is not extrinsic to cosmic life, a strange species in an otherwise natural world.  We are the latest arrivals in an evolutionary universe; we emerge from the whole and are integral to it.  Evolution becomes conscious in us so that our task is not to leave the world but to see it in its divine depth, overcoming the forces of alienation that threaten to depersonalize culture.

The path to community

The path to community

The biggest takeaway for me from my time at the Priory, and there are many, is the sense of a compassionate community, deeply connected to and loved by the local folk, which is living out its vocation in simple but profound ways.  My experience has given me much to ponder, and much to be thankful for.

The snow trail beckons

The snow trail beckons

Hair today, gone tomorrow!

That's me with my long hair.

This is me with my long hair.

Caring for hair this long takes lots of time!

Caring for hair this long takes lots of time!

I love it long, but for a while now, I've been telling Mom I wanted it cut.

I love it long, but for a while now, I’ve been telling Mom I wanted it cut.

Finally Mom said "Let's get your hair cut!"

Finally Mom said “Let’s get your hair cut!”

I wanted to donate my hair, but wasn't sure if it would be long enough.  I found out that 8 inches was enough!  I was so happy.  My hairdresser began by braiding my hair.

I wanted to donate my hair, but wasn’t sure if it would be long enough. I found out that 8 inches was enough! I was so happy. My hairdresser began by braiding my hair.

Snip, snip, snip, snip...

Snip, snip, snip, snip…

My hair will be used to make wigs for kids who are fighting cancer.

My hair will be used to make wigs for kids who are fighting cancer.

I love my new haircut!

I love my new haircut! And having it shorter will make it easier for the rest of our sabbatical journey.

I am happy my hair will be useful to other kids who've lost theirs.

I am happy my hair will be useful to other kids who’ve lost theirs.

Green Mountain Spinery, Putney, Vermont

Our friend, Claire Wilson, is one of three founders of Green Mountain Spinnery. Today she took us in for a tour. The process begins with wool from local farms.

Green Mountain Spinnery in Putney, Vermont; home of our friend Claire

Green Mountain Spinnery in Putney, Vermont.

Raw wool waiting to be washed
Raw wool waiting to be washed

 

Washed and straightened wool fibers

Washed and straightened wool fibers

Clean wool ready to be made into yarn
Clean wool ready to be made into yarn
19th century technology for 21st century clothes

19th century technology for 21st century clothes

Wool making its way through the process
Wool making its way through the process
Freshly spun yarn waiting to be steamed

Freshly spun yarn waiting to be steamed

Steaming the yarn sets the twisted plies
Steaming the yarn sets the twisted plies
Color is added in various ways to create luxurious yarn
Color is added in various ways to create luxurious yarn

 

With our friend Claire, who was one of three women who founded the Green Mountain Spinery
With our friend Claire, who was one of three women who founded the Green Mountain Spinery.  After the tour, Chris came back with the kids and Claire to choose some yarn.  Then, it was back to Claire’s mountain house to learn the art of knitting from a master!
Learning to knit with Claire

Learning to knit with Claire

Learning to knit with Claire

I think he’s got it!