After morning meditation, I took a rusty old bike with one working brake and self-switching gears (not the good kind) to St. Patrick’s Holy Well in Dromard.
I climbed to the top of a steep hill and laid on a rock that is known for healing backs and restoring a paralytic.
Thomas wished Julia and me well as we prepare to leave the monastery for the marketplace of everyday living. Only 5 days left at this lovely hermitage.
Thomas ended the evening by sharing a beautiful message with us: Advent is the root word of adventure–a bold, usually risky undertaking and at the same time, a coming into place, or being. I’m glad someone finally put words to how I’ve been feeling about my travels.
I am in Advent, and yet, aren’t we all, always?