Silf, Margaret. Sacred Spaces: Stations on a Celtic Way. Brewster, MA: Paraclete Press,
2001.
492 words
“In ancient as in modern times, the human heart has always been looking for a way.” (Silf, 7)
“The spirit of the Way will not allow us to pitch camp and stay forever with these artificial certainties.” (8)
“One branch of the human family, in the Celtic regions, in the early centuries, after the life of Christ . . .” (8)
“We speak even today of some places as being ‘thin places’, meaning that the presence of the invisible and the spiritual in those places is almost palpable. Our Celtic forebears revered such ‘thin places’ as sacred space.” (9)
“Space can become sacred . . . when it is saturated in prayer, perhaps because it has been a place of retreat and reflection for prayerful pilgrims through the centuries. It might be an island of Iona in sacred history or it might be an island of prayer in our own daily lives.” (10)
“Woven into this exploration of sacred spaces is the thread of our own story . . . weave their own patterns . . .“ (11)
“Beginnings . . . times of commitment . . . seasons of setting out . . . turning and returning . . . seasons of companionship . . . boundary seasons . . .” (12)
“Christians believe Jesus is God’s sacred space –– one in whom the transcendent creator interpenetrated the created world . . . the Christ-life is being lived out through time, energized and directed by the Holy Spirit, until every life has been lived and every death has been died. This is the scale of the journey . . . from Alpha to Omega.” (14)
“The Celtic infinite knot is one picture of God’s weaving . . . What is it about this symbol that has the power to reconnect?” (25)
“My small piece of thread is just one snippet of an eternal spool that God is weaving into [the] Dream.” (26)
“Weaving can only happen when two or more strands come together. It is a symbol of community.” (28)
“The High Cross . . . the ladder of reconnection.” (43)
“In the summer of 1999, British TV viewers tuned in to the sight of the liberation of 800 cats and kittens that had been breeding them for the sole purpose of medical research. It was the last farm of this kind in Britain . . .” (53)
“The Weeping Stones . . . Outside the window there was bright sunshine. A short summer heatwave. The garden beckoned. I couldn’t resist to find a few moments of healing peace beneath the trees. A final vigil . . . my on mother . . .” (56)
“I have spent many weeks of my life walking the hilltops of my homeland . . . strings of summits . . . “ (61)
“They feel like something very significant is breaking into our lives.” (67)
“Listening to the heartbeat of God . . . (78)