AN INTIMATE LITTLE GATHERING beneath the churchyard trees this morning, to commit beloved remains to the ground which gave each of us our earthly shape.
There is a day
when the road neither
comes nor goes, and the way
is not a way but a placeWendell Berry, A Timbered Choir, 1997 VII
It is as ancient, and as bonding, and as loving, and as natural, and as painful, and as poignant, and as sacred a rite as a bringing to birth. Indeed it is a Genesis – soft breath of a new beginning. Not a way but a place … beneath and above the trees, resting and revelling and reaching into light …
