|traigh ban nam manach (roselle - photo)|
The world was made to be free in / and anyone and anything that does not bring you alive / is too small for you
– Roselle Angwin
This morning, before our hour’s quiet in the group, I was flipping through a John O’Donohue book looking for a particular passage to read out, and came across this that I’d marked another time, from ‘The Wisdom to Subtract from the Feast’: ‘Functionalism wants to acquire and control; its hunger is endless. The reverential mind can let things be and celebrate a person’s presence or a thing’s beauty without wanting something from them. There is an ascetical rhythm to experience. It is content to endure its own emptiness and does not need to rush to fill it with the latest distraction… Its […] balanced expression recognises and respects the otherness and beauty of the world and endeavours to transfigure the desire to define oneself through possessions, achievements and power… There is a driven desperation at the heart of functionalism. Deep down it is a craven desire for identity and poise; but it is also a desperate flight from oneself. At its root is a fear of nothingness. It panics in the face of the creative and generous uncertainty at the heart of life.’
I think of my walk down to Traigh Mor and Sandeels Bay just now, in the mist, low tide and the beach strewn with deep sea kelp; and how I turned my head just in time to catch the wings of a sea-eagle drifting away from land, heading for the vastness of sea-fret and haar.