Thursday, May 21, 2015

Tanka Reflections-Celtic Discovery

 
Tanka poems are said to have been the poetry structure of the Japanese princes. Its structure by syllable is 5
                 7
                 5
                 7
                 7
 
Esther DeWaal, our spiritual companion at the beginning of this pilgrimage invited us to consider Tanka as a way of expressing our experience on this pilgrimage. Below enjoy some photos and some Tanka.
            
 
 
Ynys Enlli  (Bardsey Island)
 
 
Tanka Reflection, submitted by Barbara Dunn, pilgrim
 
Pilgrimage beckons.
We see God's embracing love
In all around us,
As this life changing journey
of pilgrimage leads us home.
 
 

                                                       Abaty Tyndyrn (Tintern Abbey)


                                             Tanka, submitted by Tony Pompa (aka fearless leader)

                                                                Hearts up and open,
                                                             coracles of life boarded,
                                                               to find our true selves.
                                                            Holy stirrings of new life.
                                                                Imaginations stirring.
                                                                       


                                          Non's Holy Well (mother of Dewi Sant) Saint David

                                                  Tanka, submitted by Doris Burnside, pilgrim

                                                                    Wales is left behind.
                                                                Memories never leave me
                                                                     A Pilgrim Journeys
                                                                Rolling hills and lumpy sea
                                                            Renewed by faith, God touched me.

 

                                            Boat to Bardsey prepares for the "lumpy" sea

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Celtic Discovery-Stirring Imagination-Pilgrim's Poetry


A pilgrimage is a journey. Esther deWaal reminds us that the longest journey is the journey inward. 18 pilgrims made the journey to Wales in early May on a journey of discovery. Our physical journey leading us inward to grow closer to God following the path of ancient Celtic roots. Our pilgrims continue to reflect and express their experience. Below please find three poems written and submitted by two of our pilgrims. Enjoy and may they be a blessing to you.
 
 
 
 
The winds of Wales beckoned  

     me to seek my Celtic roots.

What earthly treasure can I bring

     with me as I follow the pilgrims' path?

A lock of my mother's golden hair

     I shall carry close to my heart.

Together we cross the Irish Sea,

    Wind and waves challenge our spirit.

The Island of Bardsey calling us 

     onward to her rocky shore.

Walking up the hill I glimpse

     the lighthouse.

Through the pasture, sheep

    wary of my movement.

By the cove my journey ends.

Carefully I remove the golden strands 

    and gently caress them one last time.

Lifting my hand to the winds

    I watch as they continue the journey home

    with my love and blessings.

 

Joy Thiel

(submitted in loving memory of my mother)

 

 

 

Two Tanka (Japanese structure 5-7-5-7-7)

Waiting for daybreak

windows and heart are open

birds chirping wind blows

smile recalling our journey

time together reflecting

 

Surrounded by love 

Filled with  thanksgiving and joy 

happiness overcomes me

tears flow freely from the soul 

Gods blessings are evident

              Submitted by Meg Seltzer

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Home


                       To Come Home to Yourself (John O'donahue, To Bless the Space Between us)

                              May all that is unforgiven in you
                                               Be released,

                              May your fears yield
                                               Their deepest tranquilities,

                              May all that is unlived in you,
                                                Blossom into a future Graced with Love.

We are home. We returned home today to homes, to our families, to the routines of our lives. The Pilgrim's woke early and made our way to Manchester airport. The rhythm of this group carrying us now forward with care. One last prayer in a circle in the parking lot of our familiar Cathedral and then the affectionate embrace of pilgrims who had shared days of communion with one another and with the God who blessed us greatly. This experience was truly a blessing. I will miss these pilgrims and this pilgrimage but yet now know we have been changed!

What follows tonight on this blog are a few Tanka (Japanese poetry structure) from some of our Pilgrim's offered as one version of reflection of their experience. Please receive them and may they Bless you.

Savor the stirring
Savor the love in friendship
Savor the silence
Trust in the slow work of God
Keep walking the Pilgrim's Way.  (Tori Aitchison)

An unknown journey
Searching for God's love and peace.
Only to find me,
Renewed, refreshed, replenished
God within, God around, Peace  (Janet Felix)

Flying, Flying, Home
Relaxed in hope and wonder.
Flying, Flying, Home.
Looking up with hope
and heartfelt expectation. (Beth Walker)

Check Back on this blog for additional offerings. Join us Sunday May 17th at 9:15 a.m. in the dining room of Sayre Hall at the Cathedral Church of the Nativity, for a pilgrim's presentation of our experience.


Monday, May 11, 2015

Returning Home-Days 8 and 9

We are in the town of Llandudno which sits on the North shore of Wales. This delightful place serves as the "threshold of our transition" as we take the experience and the work of our inner spiritual journey back to the daily routines of our lives that await us at home.

Our morning devotions were a time to share thanksgivings and the pilgrims were invited to see the journey they have been on as a walking of a labyrinth. Thinking of our travels and holy encounters as the slow meditative journey to the center where we find a union and peace with Christ. Now in the finest Benedictine spirit we delight in this center of spiritual stability and carry it with us back out of the labyrinth and into the world that awaits us.

Pilgrims were also encouraged to reflect on the experience and write Tanka, a form of Japanese poetry structure. Below you will find a fine reflection by Archdeacon Rick Cluett and check back tomorrow evening after we have arrived home for the sharing of some Tanka poetry.

Tomorrow we fly home. Join us Sunday morning at 9:15 in the dining room of Sayre Hall for a conversation with some of the pilgrims and some sharing of pictures and stories.


Turning Toward Home, written by Archdeacon Rick Cluett

As we round the last bend on this Pilgrim Road and turn our sights toward Bethlehem and home,
I am literally overcome with gratitude for this pilgrim journey. Growing in me over these last years has been an increasing awareness of God's presence in the dailyness of life and and in the daily lives of God's people. My readings in the spirituality of our early Celtic ancestors had been leading me along this path. But this, this pilgrimage of heart, body, mind and soul in the company of other faithful souls has allowed me to literally stand in the place of ancient Cistercian missionaries who brought our faith to these lands and to stand in the places of the people themselves who throughout all these centuries have known and felt and celebrated God's presence in their waking, working, praying, and resting and kept the faith alive. On this journey, we pilgrims have known God's presence leading us deeper and deeper into our place as children of God and God's place and presence in our daily lives. And to have that affirmed by all these souls over all these centuries has been a pure gift of God, as well as a gift of those we love, live and work with who said to us, Go. Yes, go, and then blessed us on our way. To them, to God, to my fellow pilgrim companions and to the dean who led us, Thank you.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Emerging from Bardsey-- Meeting other Pilgrims on their way.

It is clear that the experience of making it across to Bardsey was the pinnacle of our experience as Pilgrim's. Two among us were not able to cross to Bardsey yet also God surprised them with the delight of new discoveries.

It is clear that as we draw closer to the end of our experience our group is still processing much of this spiritual adventure. Today we followed a bit of the path of the North Pilgrim's way. This route that is roughly 140 miles long was an ancient trek for pilgrims on their way to Bardsey Island. The many stops along the way are places of spiritual and physical refuge. We were pleased to meet and engage a group of pilgrims following this path (on foot) as they, like we, visited one of the historic stops on this pilgrim route, St.Asaph's Cathedral. These pilgrims were ending their second day of walking. To make it to Bardsey they have 10 or 11 days ahead of them. Then they like us will wait in hope that the waters will allow their crossing. We are praying for them now that their pilgrimage will be blessed by making it to Bardsey.

I was moved this day also at St. Asaph's cathedral by the simplest thing. While praying during an exquisite evensong we said together the confession. Offering to God our shortcomings in word and deed. I was struck then by the absolution which was presented in Welsh.  There was something unique for me to hear the words of forgiveness and reconciliation pronounced over my sacred confession in the ancient and native tongue of my ancestors.

Finally, on this day as we move toward the end of our experience we begin to think about home. Though tomorrow's prayer time will nudge our pilgrims toward pondering home, today a highlight was the absolute delight of watching Pilgrim Meg Seltzers response to her son Adam's surprise visit to his mother on Mother's Day. Adam is studying in Ireland this semester and managed to land here to visit his mother. It was a delight to watch, Meg's reflection is below.


Look who the wind blew in...
Sometimes blessings come when you least expect them. As I headed off to Holy Trinity church this morning I was mindful that it was mother's day. I thought about my children and how I missed them, about my mother and all those who have "mothered me" during my life. Upon returning from a walk around town later in the morning, my eye was caught by Tony waving me into the lounge. As we walked in I expected to get some info about the day, then I looked at the 3 people sitting there-Tony, Rick...and my son Adam. And the tears came. Adam had made his way from Limerick, Ireland (were he has been studying since January) to wish me Happy Mother's day. The surprise continued-that he will be with us to "finish out" the pilgrimage before heading back to Limerick tomorrow. Thanks to Tony for helping with logistics and to my fellow pilgrims for accepting a new pilgrim on the way. I am blessed and feel very loved.



Bardsey or Bust!

After a night wrapped in the gentle embrace of the beauty of St.Hwywn's church in Aberdaren and absorbed into the joy and abundant "croeso" (welsh word for welcome) of Val Wood, church warden, her husband Chris and Susan Fogarty who led us in reflections of R.S. Thomas' poetry, we awoke to THE threshold of our pilgrimage.
Bardsey Island, the Island of 20,000 saints was our destination and apparently our destiny today. St. Cadfan is said to have established the first monastic community on this Island in the 6th century. Since that time this remote and pristine island off the coast of Wales has been a place of prayerful longing. It's location makes it difficult and sometimes dangerous to reach because of the quickly changing weather and tidal currents. For centuries Bardsey became a Pilgrim's destiny, with Christians establishing Pilgrim routes that led them on many days journey to the shoreline of Wales and then to the Threshold of the dangerous crossing to this sacred and beautiful Island.

Today we would stand on that threshold and be blessed with the ONE day in 7 days that was safe enough to take the boat ride across to Bardsey! We launched from the shores of Aberdaron and took the very very rough journey across the sea. We arrived safely in two shifts and stepped on that beautiful Island. Our pilgrims walked the island offering their prayers and in the Celtic spirit engaged, embraced, and communed with the beauty of the natural order of which we are but one thread of God's amazing tapestry. The skies cleared, the sunshine bright! The birds of the air flew with delight around us, the herds of sheep gently grazed in open meadows. The wildflowers burst open with bright colors on the hillsides and the sea lions on the shore swam with delight and barked their happy song.
We gathered then around the Celtic cross that marks the remembrance of generations of saints and there we joined them in the prayers of the ages the Creator, Redeemer, and Sanctifier of the ages. We celebrated Eucharist there, rightly offering our thanks for all that God has given us. It struck me as we said the words of the Lord's Prayer that I was completely in union, communion with my fellow
pilgrims and all those many pilgrims who have stood on that very Island opening their lives and offering them in love and trust. If ever a time I have come to an awareness of that Celtic notion of "thin space" where heaven and earth seem to be touching this was it! Jesus has called us here! Jesus himself has called us here and how moving it is to be in community with these fellow pilgrims who like so many before has travelled days and many mikes because of this call!

Below are two reflections of Our Pilgrims written before the Bardsey experience. Expect more reflections about the Bardsey experience as our Pilgrims reflect upon it.


Tears, written by Meg Seltzer

Today on our way to the Bardsey Island boat launch, Tony encouraged us to think of those with us, those who aren't with us and those in the nearer presence to God...and tears came.
Tears come easily for me...tears of joy, tears of sadness, tears of regret, tears of happiness, tears of opportunity passed and opportunities yet to come, tears of loneliness, tears of inclusion and exclusion, tears of love, tears of gratitude. Tears come easily for me...and I thank God for that.




                             The Gifts of God,  written by Pam Calabrese

A spiritual journey to refresh our inner soul,
Restore our reflections, to feel and experience God's power.
The tranquility of the earth, sky, and sea.
The gifts of God.

                         Tears come easy. Written by Meg Seltzer


Saturday, May 9, 2015

Finding a Path-Staying Grounded Day 5-Aberdaron

We began the morning in St.David's having been fed emotionally, spiritually, and physically by Janet and the Pilgrim Center staff of St.David's Cathedral the day before. Some took to the shoreline for early morning private prayers. Some read and journaled, some took much needed rest.

We boarded the bus for a long drive in pouring down rain to Aberdaron and St. Hwywn's parish and an evening of deeply moving poetry and reflection led by Susan Fogarty of the parish. To be enmeshed with the poetry of R.S. Thomas, the great 20th century Welsh Priest and poet IN the holy, ancient, and secret space of this hauntingly beautiful place , parts of which dates back to the 10th century was remarkable. In the space are two stone grave markers of two 5th century Roman Priests who had come to this remote Peninsula carrying the Gospel of Christ. I touched the stones and felt awe for their courage to venture into distant and wild lands. I reflected on all who they loved and loved them and just how distant they were from them. My heart broke for them. Following a path of faith seems to be like this......full of adventure and courage and sometimes heartbreaking. I think this is why Some of R.S. Thomas' poetry seems so poignant. He seemed to know this tension in life and in faith. Hen wasn't afraid to write about it.




Staying Grounded, written by Janet Felix

This morning at 6 am I went out for a walk that turned out to be the most amazing walk of my life so far. I ventured down the path toward the cliffs at St. David's. Thoughts filled my mind as I looked out at the beauty ahead of me.
Thank you God for all the blessings of our world. The beauty and peace I see fills me with your love and grace. To hear the sounds of waves, the seagulls and the cows, let me know that I am meant to be where I am in this world.
There was a sign that said "Cliffs kill, stay on path". I laughed at first but then thought about this message. It is good to wander and explore, but don't wander too far as you might slip away from what keeps you grounded.

Gifts, written by Sarah King

Everyday (of this journey) has brought me a Gift. A new knowledge, a renewed spirit, a new understanding. Yesterday's gift came while standing in St.David's Cathedral. Looking ahead of me of me was a magnificent Altar. As I walked around this Sacred space I was told to turn around and look behind me at the stone arches. Carved in stone and holding the doorways, each ceiling is a masterpiece BUT will be missed If YOU DON'T look up!
As I sat and meditated on the day it came to me.
Look ahead with your eyes open. Look at the past but remember to see the beauty.

Friday, May 8, 2015

Day 4 St.David's Cathedral and Pilgrim Center. "The Red Sea" and "I am a Pilgrim"

Today we leave the warm embrace of the Benedictine community and board our "coracle", in our case the bus. Our wanderings include an unplanned stop this day in Bryn Mawr, one of our pilgrims in search of connection with her ancestor's lives, lived in that small village in Wales. (Her reflection is below)We continue our journey now to the Cathedral and shrine of St.David and hand ourselves over to Janet the director of the Pilgrim Center who invites us into the spirit of St. David. David of course the Celtic saint born on the shoreline of Wales called to a monastic life in 600 a.d. Establishing a monastery whose ruins stand now next to the ancient medieval cathedral. A visit to Non's chapel (mother of st.David) and well, where ancient pilgrim paths brought thousands seeking healing from the waters of this well. The landscape is strikingly beautiful here, situated on the shore, the sea, sky and hills create almost a womb of beauty. I understand why pilgrims are drawn to it. Below are two reflections written by Pilgrims of their experience of our day.

                                          "I am a Pilgrim" written by Melanie Kerber

The sun brightly shone as I awoke to a very exciting day on my journey. Today I was to visit Bryn Mawr, the home of my Powell ancestors. I had the help of my fellow pilgrims engineering this visit. Their love and patience to indulge me was felt to my very core. I never expected to see Brynmawr this trip, but maybe when you don't expect, you are given.
We arrived in Bryn Mawr and were met unexpectedly by two angels, Rebecca and another woman who lived on Wells street- the street I yearned to see! Rebecca volunteered to show us the way. As I hugged and thanked her she said "we are a small community and that is why we are so kind". 
Could this really be that I would get to step in the footpath of my ancestor Sarah Powell? Would I feel connectedness? I understand now all the dots connected for me to embark on this pilgrimage with strangers who now feel like extended family. I wasn't prepared to connect with my celtic roots. I'll never know if I saw their actual house or not, but I was there! The gratitude I feel is beyond words.

"Stand at the crossroads and look. Ask for the ancient paths,
And where the best road is,
Walk on it and live in peace."  Jeremiah 6:16. NIV

I am a Pilgrim!


                        Crossing the Red Sea,  written by Cathy Bailey

Our leader at St.Davids Cathedral (janet) led us to the ancient Baptismal font. There she told us the Godly play story of the desert. Moses and theIsraelites were slaves and when they were able to escape they were trapped by the Red Sea. God parted the Red Sea and the Israelites were able to get away from Egypt.  Janet asked " I wonder what part if the story spoke to you? " My answer- this pilgrimage is like crossing the Red Sea. I am not sure what will be on the other side when I get there, but I know that God will be there, just as God is there as we cross this time together. (End)


                             Abderdaron and Bardsey Island are next.  A poem from r.s Thomas

Somewhere
Something to bring back to show
you have been there: a lock of God's
hair, stolen from him while he was
asleep; a photograph of the garden
of the spirit. As has been said,
the point of travelling is not
to arrive, but to return home
laden with pollen you shall work up
into the honey the mind feeds on.

What are our lives but harbours
we are continually setting out
from, airports at which we touch
down and remain in too briefly
to recognise what it is they remind
us of? And always in one
another we seek the proof
of experiences it would be worthy dying for.

Surely there is a shirt of fire
this one wore, that is hung up now
like some rare fleece in the hall of heroes?
Surely these husbands and wives
have dipped their marriages in a fast
spring? Surely there exists somewhere,
as the justification for our looking for it,
the one light that can cast such shadows.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Two Pilgrim's reflect. Day 3



                                               The Open Gate
The open gate beckons you to go through it.  Wisdom, she is a seeker.
The rain comes in increments.  The sun shines and out of nothing, rain.  I take refuge in Esther de Waal's church, St Peter's of Rowlestone.  She shares with me the history: the alter, the original romanesque arches and the baptismal fount where her grandchildren were baptized. This is what makes a pilgrimage.  A story and a personal moment, Esther's hand sways like she is reaching for God.  She suggests that I be aware of place as I make my way to Tintern Abbey.

Over windy roads, I arrive in a valley.  The Cistercian abbey frames itself along the river Wye among the green, green fields.  I am reminded of another abbey, another time and place.  I am a child picnicking with my family, playing hide-n-seek among the ruins.  I take a breath.  Of course.  This time, this place.  Again.

Karen Kitabwalla

                Meeting God in Wales, written by Tori Aitchison.

I kept saying to God, "Please give me a few weeks. I'll meet you in Wales. I promise."

And now God keeps showing up, almost everywhere. Today I practiced surrender when 6:30 matins & lauds with Benedictine monks seemed to never end. Turning my focus to bless the lovely woman next to me who helped me find the right pages was the gentle nudging And blessing I needed. Then I found grounding in the visit to Hereford Cathedral. The old and the present came together in a beautiful Eucharist. As we were leaving in bucketing rain (my new British phrase), school boys in formal school dress were running and laughing on their way to a carnival ride. Their joy was more boisterous than the ride mechanics and I caught God's smile. This afternoon when I
opened the doorway of the west front to Tintern Abbey, I felt a whoosh...I was alone and at the same time I was in the center of it all. 

Esther suggests that we find balance in the standing still while moving forward. In my pilgrim's heart, I caught myself today in that balance for just a few precious moments. I have my heart and my whole being open for a few more tomorrow, even if it rains again. 


Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Coracle

A coracle is a small hollowed out boat typically found in Wales, southeast England, and Ireland. The coracle was used by ancient celtic pilgrims to begin a "peregrinatio". This compelling image of ancient people of faith climbing into small boats full well accepting the winds would decide their destination. These pilgrims set out on a journey where the destination was not geographical but spiritual. The ancient celtic pilgrim went where the winds directed them but their spiritual quest was to discover their "true resurrected selves", that is to discover what new life God might have for them.

This was the image Esther DeWaal put forth to our pilgrims today. The image of peregrini climbing into coracles and letting the spirit take us to where we might find new life in God.

We began this morning with our morning prayers. Esther joined us for breakfast and spoke to us about the Celtic understanding of pilgrimage. She reminded us of the spiritual disciplines of St. Benedict and suggested that he too leaned somewhat into a Celtic spirit as peregrinatio in that he as a young man left his university studies so that he might discover wisdom. In a pursuit the. Of silence, reflection, and wandering he "held himself before the grace of God".  We too began a journey then with Esther DeWaal as our guide. We visited with Esther three holy places and spaces nestled in the rural rolling hills of Hereforshire. First Dore Abbey, a 12th century Cistercian Abbey, now mostly ruins, but the nave still standing and home to St.Mary's Parish church. Then to St. Peter's church Kilpeck, also dating to the 12th century and remarkable for its dramatic and beautiful carvings and Korbels.

Remarkable for these two visits to be engaged in a holy dialogue with generations of faithful prayers and acts of faith. To stir in one's imagination the courage of Cistercian monks journeying to the valley in this remote place and to grow and prosper in spirit and in material. Esther reminded us that the Cistercians were rooted in a faith that connected to real life always. Working the land that surrounded the Abbey, being faithful in their ordered prayers, and asking the question of any who would be among them, "what is the material that you work with"?  For the Cistercians faith was connected to life in a real way. If you farmed, you brought life, if you were a carpenter you created, if you were a stone mason, you builder of foundation and all of what "materials" you brought were ways to grow closer to God.

St. Peter's Kilpeck brought us into discovery of telling story through carvings. One cant help but imagine what the stone carver was like? What he was thinking, praying, feeling, impassioned by as you gaze on the ancient carvings in this small church edifice. It is here at St. Peter's where a well of water sits under the altar area, beneath the ground but flowing out into an underground stream and flowing toward the river. Three ancient carved faces carefully carved into the ceiling with three crafted ribs flowing down the sides of the ceiling. The warden of the church who appeared wonders, " are they perhaps not the three rivers of Eden flowing perfectly from a heavenly perch"?  Esther asking us about the rivers of life giving water in our lives? How we would recognize them, name them,  how we remain in their life-giving flow.

The end of our afternoon was spent at Esther deWaal's cottage. How amazingly generous of her to open her home to us, provide us with afternoon tea, and embrace us with the beauty of her home and surroundings. I was reminded of the wellspring of Gods goodness that overflows in the presence of this brilliant, peace minded, generous spiritual companion. Pilgrims explored the natural beauty and wonderful windflowers found on Esther's property and we journeyed to the waterfall that flows,on a power path near the cottage. The sound of flowing water and a burst of sun sang out like a holy canticle and one pilgrim danced in a meadow of sun drenched grace.

We finished our evening back at Belmont Abbey joining the Benedictine brothers in their pattern of prayers at vespers. Again at days end their chants lifted our prayers.

Tomorrow we enter our Coracles and drift to Hereford Cathedral then to Tintern Abbey. We pray that God might draw us closer.

Monday, May 4, 2015

Arrival

Every time you leave home,
Another road takes you
Into a world you were never in.

New strangers on other paths await.
New places that have never seen you
Will startle a little,at your entry.
Old places that know you well
Will pretend nothing changed since your last visit.

When you travel, you find yourself alone in a different way,
More attentive now to the self you bring along.
(Excerpt from The Traveller, John O'Donahue,To Bless the Space Between Us)

Weary Travelers have arrived safely in the U.K.  The flight from Newark was gentle and the lines at customs in the U.K. were thin. John our coach driver emerged to pick us up and Tori and Pat, fellow pilgrims easily found their way to our group meeting us in London. We made the trek across England and finally made our destination at Belmont Abbey, a Benedictine community.

Now comes the hard work of "adjusting" to a new rhythm in mind, body, and spirit. What better welcome then the disciplined and beautiful prayers of the monks at this Abbey. Vespers and then compline offered both mystery and stability as the sung prayers of the night lifted to the ceiling with burning incense.  Now our group is fed. Fed with a hearty meal and beautiful prayers. We rest now. Expectant the rhythm of this night welcomes the prayers of our sleep!

Tomorrow we welcome Esther DeWaal, author and spiritual guide.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

A Celtic Discovery: We begin.

                                                     Belmont Abbey, Hereford, U.K.

We begin our pilgrimage. 18 pilgrims will depart Sunday afternoon May 3 at 4:30 p.m. from the Cathedral Church of the Nativity to begin a 10 day pilgrimage to Wales. We take our place in the great tradition and heritage of celtic "peregrinatio" following long worn paths where pilgrims have gone before so that we might simply yet profoundly grow closer to our God and our Lord Jesus Christ. We are fortunate to be met on our way by spiritual friends who welcome us and nourish us on this journey.

We begin our journey with the companionship and guidance of Esther Moir deWaal, author and spiritual guide. Esther will join us at Belmont Abbey and invite us into a Celtic spirit of discovery. We will be welcomed and led by the staff of St. David's Cathedral Pilgrim Center in historic St. David's Pembrokeshire. We will follow the cross in the small parish church of St. Hwywn's where welsh poet R.S. Thomas served as vicar and wrote his poignant poems. A centerpiece and highlight of our journey will be our joining  like thousands of celtic pilgrims before, as will travel to Bardsey Island off the cost of Aberdaron, a destination for many faithful souls on the "longest journey" for spiritual union with Christ. Our steps trace backward on the North Pilgrim's way to the Cathedral of St. Asaph. A holy path of holy discovery we pray.

We invite you to "follow along" on this journey. We invite your prayers, your hearts, your longings, your soul's desires to meet with us the holy one who creates, redeems, and sustains us. Below is our itinerary and a poem written by prolific Welsh poet R.S. Thomas entitled Pilgrimage.

                                                          Our itinerary

Sunday May 3        Depart Newark 9:40 p.m.  for  London

Monday May 4       Arrive Heathrow, travel to Belmont Abbey, Hereford, U.K.

Tuesday May 5       Esther Moir deWaal- Dore Abbey, Kilpeck, Esther’s cottage

 Wed      May 6        Hereford Cathedral, Tintern Abbey, Evening with Esther deWaal

 Thur      May 7       St. David’s Cathedral and Pilgrim Center  Pembrokeshire

Friday    May 8       St. Hywyn’s- Aberdaron- R.S. Thomas- Stations of the cross

Satur     May 9        Bardsey Island,  Late Afternoon to Llandudno

Sun       May 10      St. Asaph’s Cathedral –North Pilgrim’s Way

Mon     May 11       Day in Llandudno     4:00 p.m. depart for Manchester

Tue       May 12       Depart Manchester 9:25 a.m. arrive Newark 12:20 p.m.
 
                                      Pilgrimages by R.S. Thomas
 

                                                       
There is an island there is no going

to but in a small boat the way

the saints went, travelling the gallery

of the frightened faces of

the long-drowned, munching the gravel

of its beaches. So I have gone

up the salt lane to the building

with the stone altar and the candles

gone out, and kneeled and lifted

my eyes to the furious gargoyle

of the owl that is like a god

gone small and resentful. There

is no body in the stained window

of the sky now. Am I too late?

Were they too late also, those

first pilgrims? He is such a fast

God, always before us and

leaving as we arrive.

There are those here

not given to prayer, whose office

is the blank sea that they say daily.

What they listen to is not

hymns but the slow chemistry of the soil

that turns saints' bones to dust,

dust to an irritant of the nostril.

 

There is no time on this island.

The swinging pendulum of the tide

has no clock: the events

are dateless. These people are not

late or soon: they are just

here with only the one question

to ask, which life answers

by being in them. It is I

who ask. Was the pilgrimage

I made to come to my own

self, to learn that in times

like these and for one like me

God will never be plain and

out there, but dark rather and

inexplicable, as though he were in here.