21st May 2018

The road from Laragh to Rathdrum in Wicklow is one of the most beautiful in Ireland.  It is particularly lovely in early summer when the fresh green leaves explode into life on the trees and again in autumn when they turn yellow and brown and grey and gold before they fall back to the earth as winter approaches.

Yesterday the Christian church celebrated the wonderful feast of Pentecost.  It remembers the time when Jesus passed on His Spirit to the small community that he left behind when he departed from this earth.  They were offered the opportunity to receive, understand and manifest in their lives the fruits of the Spirit through love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness,faithfulness,gentleness and self-control. (Gal. 5 : 22 -23)

All the earth around us at this time is responding to the call of the Spirit.  One place to feel this call is in the woods beside the Rathdrum road.  It is one thing to drive along the road and admire the woods from a distance;  it is a different experience altogether to walk in the woods and feel their spirit at one with our spirit. We touch the heart as we travel inwards and then use our practical intelligence to bring the good news of what we know and feel to all creation.

The picnic table in the Glendalough woods shown above could be seen as inviting everyone and everything to a cosmic feast.  We are all connected but we can only fully realise this when we sit together around the table.  There we can share our stories and particular gifts of the Spirit and  come to the conclusion that we all have important roles to play in the great feast at the table of life.  The more diversity that is shared, the richer the experience becomes.

The trees that are bursting into life around this table are proclaiming splendidly the call to life. Perhaps this is what Jesus had in mind when he prayed that ‘they all may be one’ ( John 17 : 21)  Did He mean everything as well as everyone?  Nothing less than that could come from the Spirit of the Risen, cosmic Christ.
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep.  But I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.”Robert Frost