Back from the monastery by way of the woods. It was a prayerful week, concluding with a stop at the end of the world. Quite literally.
It is a beautiful patch of earth, tucked away in the mountains. I enjoyed a long walk in the solitude, and took in the view.
To get there, you have to pass through the most unlikely villages . . .
There are streams to ford, and ancient bridges to cross . . .
A carpet of ferns grows without your help . . .
and the water keeps rolling along regardless of your encouragement . . .
Sometimes it seems you can see forever . . .
When you come to a village with its own clock tower, it seems time stands still.
Then the road takes you home . . . and you are changed by the journey.