Were the world of my own making,
could my will enact its voice,
I should surely sculpt a chaos,
pain parading as a choice.
But like stone, the river shaping,
shapes her flow by standing still,
I may fill the form and placing
given me and which I will.
Beneath the shifting skies where I once walked,
bloodwine and burning light bring sober sight.
If you go, maybe you’ll leave, and you’ll talk
like me, with holy limp and heart alight. [...]
I’m telling you: Everything on Ardnamurchan Peninsula is dramatic and remote. The most westerly point of mainland Britain, perched on Scotland’s coast, has seemingly eluded time. Vast moorlands, deserted beaches, fjord-like lochs compete only with otters, whales, and white-tailed sea eagles for the attention of guests at romantic isolated inns such as Kilcamb Lodge Hotel. [...]
With tea and toast, set in a well-conditioned room,
We talk about His torments: those betrayals, nails,
Endurance of ignominy, the wounds and wails,
The sponge and vinegar, the linen cloth and tomb. [...]
The literal meaning of enthusiasmos in Greek is “god-within-ism.” According to the ancients, the highest state of the soul’s enlightenment lies beyond sense experience and even reason. This achievement of unspoken union with the divine within is called gnosis, unmediated knowledge. [...]
