Monday 7 March 2016

On the way up to ST. CAT'S the way is definitely a path at the beginning BUT path-features fizzle-out as one looks ahead up the incline once one has passed-thru the kissing-gate where path is hardly more than slightly worn and bruised green turf. ST. CAT'S CHAPEL looms above under cloud and i find myself recalling and deliberating on a verse of WENDELL BERRY'S that by some synchronicity i had flicked at hours earlier at home B4 the intention arose to go to ABBOTSBURY B4 the intention to take a bus somewhere along the JURASSIC to which i am local. ROAD becomes PATH. PATH becomes WAY. WAY becomes this PLACE. A place where one arrives in every moment. PATH becomes PLACE. (Goldy Hermitage / 6 - 7 March / 2016)

"THERE IS A DAY
WHEN THE ROAD NEITHER
COMES NOR GOES, AND THE WAY
IS NOT A WAY BUT A PLACE."
Wendell Berry from THE COLLECTED SABBATH POEMS (A Timbered Choir)
 
 












bernard hemensley
7th march 2016
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