Reflection: Day 2: 8 October 2017: I’ve just awoken from a wonderful restful night’s sleep in a Travelodge in Helensburgh on the western coast of Scotland. The room overlooks the sea. To say the air is bracing is an understatement. It’s cloudy and they’re thick grey clouds, too. The temperature has dropped, and there’s some ‘drizzley’ raining the air, but it is absolutely wonderful. Nature raw and wild. It’s good to be alive, to be aware, and to…be in your company in a deep, spiritual way as you join me on this pilgrimage.
I am amazed at the number of people involved in our journeys. Not just mine, but yours. Our physical journey, our daily journeys and our spiritual journey back Home. Seen or unseen there are ‘armies’ of helpers, some of which we are aware and some not.
Family and friends daily engage with us and support us, those in the services (police, fire, hospital etc) work away tirelessly in the back ground, at the Travelodges that I’m staying in, their are a myriad of people that work away to make my stay a good one. Thankyou, Travelodge.
But, what of the unseen spiritual forces for good? When Israel was in exile it learned about intermediaries and called them Angels, messengers. Others know them by other names. To Celts, Druids and Pagans and others, especially the romantic people there are the fae, dryads, tree-spirits, sprites, the bŵg (to us Welsh guys) and the spirit of the place, or the Spirit. Whatever, we call them they are there, sometimes working for us without reward, and without complaint.
As I drive toward Oban tomorrow (9 October) my aim is to be (more) aware of, and more appreciative of the seen and unseen people, and the unseen spiritual and benevolent beings who assist us on our way and my encouragement is that maybe you could do the same.
Tomorrow will be ‘gratitude’ day as I finally step onto the Isle of Iona, that Isle of Druids. More about that soon. Deep calls to call.
(Photographs will appear from 9 October as Iona ‘comes into view’)