Proost podcast- wilderness retreat, part 1…

Imagine stepping away from the digital world and immersing yourself in the raw beauty of a tiny Hebridean island. What if you went there with a purpose, and deliberately called it a ‘pilgrimage’? What if you split your time there between laughing with friends and times of deep silence? What impact would such a time make in your life? Would it just be a nice interlude, or might it start to shape you in more profound ways? How might relationships that you formed there impact survive back in the real world, both in terms of the divine and profane?

On our most recent retreat, back in May, I took the opportunity to ask some of my friends these questions. We went to the island of Lunga, part of the Inner Hebrides, just the other side of the ‘Grey dogs’ tidal race from its more famous neighbour, Jura. This remote location, with its sense of wild beauty, provided the perfect backdrop for our trip, and this time, the sun was shining throughout. As we explored the island, we were reminded of the rich Celtic heritage and the spiritual significance of these islands – and how they connect us with an older spiriuality that was always connected to earth in ways that we have largely forgotten.

The retreat was more than just a getaway; it was a gathering of friends, old and new. We shared stories, laughter, and deep conversations, creating a temporary community that felt like home. I have often reflected on how these people, some of whom I see only once or twice a year, have become for me a kind of Anam Cara- deep soul-friends of the kind that ‘know’ me in ways that it is impossible to fully describe. Some of this is fostered by the island – the exposure and shared need for each other it places in us but also by the raw uncouth toilet humour that has two superpowers – it is very funny, but also strips out all pretense.

These video’s were recorded in a hurry, right at the end of our trip, as I it felt like an imposition, an indulgence. I am very grateful that some of my friends were gracious enough to take part.

There are two ways to watch/hear the chat…

By podcast

Or I uploaded the vid to Youtube here

Earthling

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I played cricket yesterday. It was the first match of the season, which we won, despite dropping at least 15 catches (I have a black finger of shame) and enjoying many comedy moments. So it was, stiff and sore, that I ventured into the garden early this morning to attend my ‘church’.

The birds sang hymns.

Deer in the thicket were present but unseen like the Holy Ghost.

I planted onion sets like one might lay down gifts at the altar.

I wove and tied up live willow as if wrestling with theology.

I mark my blessings one by one. No matter what may unfold in the future, I count this day – its beauty, it’s promised companionship and the health I now enjoy – as a gift I should treasure…

…and it all made me think about the earth that sustains us. The community that carries us. The inter-relatedness of everything…

…and the spirit (that I sometimes call god) who holds it all together – or perhaps it would be better to say ‘who loves it all by becoming what s/he loves’

And I wrote this…

Earthling

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What do we mean when we say ‘Earth’?

Are we not formed from the same dirt?

Is the soil beneath our feet not alive?

Does it not squirm and churn

With sinew and stone, just

Like we do?

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What do we mean when we say ‘Earth?’

This ball of half-cooled molten rock

Still sweating from creation condensation

Careening through unknown space

Perhaps still searching for home

Like we are

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What do we mean when we say ‘Earth?’

Is it it, or is it us?

If it survives, must we first fall?

How much wounding can it mend?

Is it big, or is it small?

Like we are

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What do we mean when we say ‘Earth?’

This womb that bore us

This tomb that buries us

This field that feeds us

If we should prick it, will it not bleed

Like we do?