Sublime

“When I see that I am nothing, this is Wisdom. When I see that I am everything, this is Love. Between these two valleys, my life flows.”

The Celtic imagination testifies to a different concept and experience of time. The recognition of presence and the celebration of nature was only possible because time was a window on the eternal. Time was never reduced to achievement. Time was time for wonder. This is still one of the charming things about Ireland. People here still have time.

Through epiphany, they followed the way of the cross and did the most profound thing that can be done in a world that inflates the self by driving for singularity: they saw and named the personhood of each other. They attended to the other as an epiphany that included their own creativity, not for the sake of performance but for the sake of being p

Much of the stress and emptiness that haunts us can be traced back to our lack of attention to beauty. Internally, the mind becomes coarse and dull if it remains unvisited by images and thoughts which hold the radiance of beauty.

Life is a prayer; it’s a dialogue.

As the poet E. E. Cummings, whose star was ascendant in the late 1920s, wrote, “Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.”

This balance was vital since the Celts were a rural, farming people. This mythological and spiritual perspective has had an immense subconscious effect on how landscape is viewed in Ireland. Landscape is not matter nor merely nature, rather it enjoys a luminosity. Landscape is numinous. Each field has a different name and in each place something di