Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Bounded on both sides by walls


There is a wonderful feeling of enclosure inside the boundaries of a narrow footpath bordered by tall dry stone  walls. I can't explain it. I think it's a combination of security and direction. A 'protection', from the elements, or from something unknown, something unspecific, and at the same time a 'potential' - the freedom to move forward or go back. 

A narrow trail bounded by walls can become a secret route along one's own imagination. Hemmed in on both sides by the fabric of the countryside it's like an existential parting of the sea. The walls provide a way through the landscape which somehow channels the 'here and nowness' of our pilgrimage on earth.      






Rappahannock County farm lane.




In the walled sanctuary of this narrow farm lane Mary and I paused to sit across from each other and enjoy a quiet moment of reflection. 


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