Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
Little Gidding. T.S.Elliot
Please be assured that all is well here and the reason for sporadic postings is due to my need to concentrate on a piece of writing connected with my monastic responsibilities. This has been a collaborative effort involving working with my monastic colleagues here in Britain and also in North America. The process of working together has been an adventure and a joy. Now the text has been written the process of taking Refuge with a wider group of monks begins in earnest. I’ll be traveling south tomorrow landing back in the monastery late Saturday night.
Thank you to those who have sent me gentle notes asking if all is well.
May I offer this comment to the memory of Paul Scofield who died March 19th and whose recording of The Four Quartet’s I listened to so many times while I paced the platform at Retford on my way back from Sheffield. I can hear him now reading the lines you quote.
Safe travels.
In gassho
Walter