Better far than praise of men
‘Tis to sit with book and pen.
I get wisdom day and night Turning darkness into light. ~in the century Irish monk
Our final day was spent in Dublin before we fly home tomorrow. I admit some weariness; we’ve seen and learned so much in our time here. I wasn’t sure I could take in one more thing into my overwhelmed brain but am grateful Dan gently led me to the exhibit at Trinity College of the Book of Kells and the incredible library right above it. I needed to see the amazing things of which man is capable. My weariness is paltry compared to the immense effort of these dedicated writers and artists.
The Book of Kells is an intricately illustrated copy of the Gospels from the ninth century, meticulously decorated by Irish monks with quill pens and the finest of brushes. Two original pages are on display at the library and the brief look one is allowed scarcely does justice to the painstaking detail contained in every letter and design.
Upstairs, is the “Long Room” of 200,000 antiquarian books dating back centuries, lined by busts of writers and philosophers. It is inspiring to think of the millions of hours of illuminated thought contained within those leather bindings.
The written word is a precious but so transient on earth; it takes preservationist specialists to keep these ancient books from crumbling to dust, lost forever to future generations.
The original Word is even more precious, lasting forever in the hearts and minds of men, and exists everlasting sitting at the right hand of God, never to disintegrate to dust. He is the inspiration for the intricate beauty of the illustrated Gospels we saw today. He is the source of wisdom for civilization’s greatest writers and poets.
He alone has turned darkness into light even in man’s most desperate hours.
Our weariness dissipates along with the shadows.
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning. – T.S. Eliot
I have been overwhelmed by the centuries of history that exist documented on this continent compared to home. We see stone circles in the countryside constructed as a celestial calendar for worship over 5000 years ago, stroll through church grounds that were founded over 1000 years ago, descended underground in Edinburgh to walk streets and enter homes that existed over 600 years ago, discovered this gravestone in rural Scotland of an 100 year old man.
It is a miracle to have lived a full century so long ago. It is a miracle to have lived at all.
It feels a miracle to be alive now, witnessing all that I have in my relatively short time on earth.
I make a beginning each day, to be more than just another voice, striving to transcend last year’s words.
Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace. ~May Sarton
During the past two weeks in Great Britain, Dan and I have slowed down from our usual busy routine to simply experience a different part of the world and meet new people who have been astonishingly warm and welcoming.
We are also very aware this vacation is about to end next week.
Yesterday we spent over an hour driving lost downtown in the city of Edinburgh, thwarted by torn up closed off streets under construction and a GPS that wanted to send us through barriers to get to our destination. It was a jarring jerk back to the hubbub of the urban life after days of wandering peaceably in the countryside. It took all our patience to not get frustrated at what was beyond our control.
When we finally got settled last night, we went for a long walk on the city streets and found grace in little patches of garden along the way. The honeysuckle could be smelled before it was seen, its perfume wafting out over the sidewalk to remind busy and distracted passersby there is good reason to slow down and breathe.
Today we head out to experience this city and its history before returning to the countryside and heading home to our routine.
The garden will be the first place I’ll be, priorities adjusted and my life changed.
“And the peace which I always found in the silence and emptiness of the moors filled me utterly” ~James Herriot (pen name for James “Alf” Wight)
We are staying at Skeldale House tonight in the Yorkshire Dales village of Askrigg. This is the house used on the TV series “All Creatures Great and Small” as the home and surgery for James Herriot, and his partners Farnan and Tristan. Although this is not where Alf Wight practiced veterinary medicine in the mid-20th century (that was in the village of Thirsk in Yorkshire), it is perfect as a stand-in. The moors rise starkly just yards away from the village and the buildings are so well cared for. The road through the dales was narrow, winding and scary at times. The people who live in this part of the wild world, including the remarkable “James Herriot”, are filled in the emptiness of the moors. We are getting only a small sampling of what life is like here, but we are enchanted, yet again, having read all the books and been faithful viewers of the TV series many years ago.
“Summer makes a silence after spring.” – Vita Sackville-West
As we bid farewell to England, Scotland and Ireland today, leaving mild temperatures in the 50’s to go to atypical temperatures in the 90’s at home, summer will be hitting us with a surreptitious sledge hammer when we disembark in Seattle. Hay will be ready to pick up in the fields and we will return to work within hours of getting off the plane. But even with the responsibilities we reassume, we will know the joy of a house filled with our (now adult) children and friends from all over the world.
Life is rich with memories tightly woven into the tapestry of our everyday routine. I will look back on this special time with Dan with fond remembrance for new friends discovered, amazing places experienced, all the while blessed by returning home together to everyone we hold so dear. Summer may be silent after spring but it is brimming with blessings.