Out of the woods

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.