"End to End via the Margins"
It will never be better than this. The walking's been easy, and the feet good, and I've been in this great theatre where a show of light and cloud and sky and massive peaks and shining lochans and passing showers has been playing out all around me. Other people are in this theatre, too; there's a little cohort of people using the same stopping places and passing and greeting one another. They've seen the same light and shade and rock and water, and maybe they've been caught up by it too. But we each have our own scripts: we each have our own ideas of the play to which these elements belong. I say God is in this place,that's my script. I would also say that God can be in any place, in lots of the places I've been these last eight weeks amongst others. There's nothing in Christianity that says you've got to be able to afford to travel somewhere scenic to find God. Salvation is for any.
People, of course, have managed these hills for their own purposes, and that's had its effect on the landscape too. And there's evidence of climate change: glaciers once scoured and smoothed the valleys. It's happened before, but I'm still not hopeful about what the climate will do next.
I wonder about this cohort of people. Is this how it used to be for pilgrims, starting from the same resting places, perhaps meeting on the road, and ending up at the same place? Was there someone else starting from Land's End at the same time as me (I didn't see anyone), going a completely separate way, and finishing at the same place? We would be like straight lines in Riemann geometry, always destined to meet again. Or there was Jesus sending out the [70 / 72 - check]. They started together, split [into twos], went their own ways, and came back with stories, such stories. Hum. That might be a thought for another time. But for today ... this is an amazing place.Pictures from today...
Are these seedlings?
Ba Bridge, but no sheep
Snow on a peak, which may or may not be Meall a Bhuiridh
Weather coming up Glencoe past [Stob Dearg / Buachaille Etive Mor]
May God bless you on the journey.
If the load is heavy, may it not break you.
If the path is steep, may you not fall.
If you are tired, may you find rest.
If you have far to go, may a friend greet you at the end.
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