There was a 60's Californian Surfer called George Greenough. A true sage, he coined the phrase "church of the open sky."
I love these words and they have frequently floated through my head on this trip. Whatever it is out there and whatever we want to call it (if we choose to give it a name at all), open space presents an opportunity for communion to truly flow.
We just have to stay open, breath deep and look (not see).
Yesterday we rode 52 miles from Isle of Mull to the heart of the Highlands at Glen Coe (near Fort William). A warm sun, gentle tail wind and much worshiping went down. Valleys packed with ancient oaks, cascading streams and a spectacular evening ride along the sea loch. And, of course, mountains towering over head, silently watching the passing humans and the tiny fleeting lives they lead.
Pics don't do it justice but there's a few below anyways. At Invergarry tonight in the heart of the Great Glens. Loch Ness tommorow!
Praise be!
2 comments:
You must be tempted to keep on going? Cycle back round the coast of Britain perhap? Ferry across the North sea and cycle into Russia? Or are you ready for a long rest? Just curious on your thoughts and plans if you have any and care to share.
Hi Robbie,funny you should ask,John O'groats has always seemed such a long way away and it's just dawned on me that it's only few hundred miles to go now. Part of me just doesn't want to stop,it's like there's a rhythm that I get into on a good day where I just feel so high on pedal power that I just want to keep going and going. Have considered getting ferry from Scotland across to Norway and heading up to the arctic circle but it's getting a bit late in the year for that. On the other hand though am getting real tiered (as is the bike). I decided to have a rest day today cos my body just didn't want to work.Will make a decision soon. Hope you liked the Greenough words!
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