Meet some very special people – Lance & Sue Blake – with whom I spent a wonderful 48-hours, at their Fenland Hermitage, in south Lincolnshire. Their calm devotion, warm hospitality, infectious humour, attentive hearts and gentle guidance imbues the whole place with a holy stillness.
Quickly I felt at home (evidenced, according to Lance, by wearing my slippers in the Chapel !) finding abundant space for prayerful reflection, in an atmosphere which called to mind a hymn-writer’s description: “the silence of eternity, interpreted by love”.
Conversation with these delightful folk flowed freely, giving the distinct impression I could share anything, and be heard lovingly, respectfully and non-judgmentally. And joining in the set periods of prayer in the Chapel was thoroughly uplifting (consisting of a simple liturgy followed by a period of silence for contemplative prayer).
Much time was spent in the high standard, modern, 2-bedroom ‘barn’ conversion – (self-contained, with self-catering facilities) – where I savoured the quiet to think, to pray, to read (Richard Rohr: “Falling Upward: A spirituality for the two halves of life”) & to journal – at will.
Uppermost in my meditations for some weeks has been the life-stage of ‘weaning’ referred to in Psalm 131 “I have calmed and quietened my soul like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me” and this developed even further during these days. What a trauma – for child and for mother. What an appropriate analogy of baby believers experiencing first time withdrawal of God’s ‘felt’ blessings. What storms of self-assertiveness ! What howling gales of tyrannical thought blow through the soul in such a process ! What un-spiritual tantrums & rages !
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But, moving on … the Fenland Hermitage is situated within easy reach of the Willow Tree Fen, a nature reserve run by the Lincolnshire Wildlife Trust. So, armed with camera, I walked to the reserve, along the Macmillan Way, beside the River Glen – spending an hour or so engaging with the natural beauty of that area … and here’s a little sample for your delectation (click on a thumbnail to enlarge).
Back to base … beside which is the Willow Field containing a grass Labyrinth (not to be confused with a maze). This I was invited to walk under Lance’s gentle direction – being especially encouraged to enter it with a specific question – and as it happened, one sprang quickly to mind. I must confess, however, that I had no expectations whatsoever on setting out on this journey. Indeed, during the early stages I experienced deeply cynical thoughts – viz. “How silly for a 62-year old to be walking round a grass path on a cold January afternoon in the middle of nowhere” and again, “This seems oh, so meaningless”. Chillingly that developed further into: “I wonder if that’s what my life amounts to … meaningless-ness !”
Thankfully the ‘mood’ changed dramatically on reaching the centre, where I was immediately transfixed, as it were. With mind stilled but alert, with heart becalmed but open, thoughts downloaded thick and fast – thoughts of God as the centre of life – of God being my centre – there at the core of my being. (Remarkably, this flow included a distinct ‘answer’ to the question I’d taken into the Labyrinth, too). In those moments I found myself offloading much mental baggage, and freshly embracing God, His Will, and the Cross – the biblical idea of ‘dying to self’. There came with this a deepening sense of renewing grace. You may understand that I didn’t want to leave that place in a hurry – but eventually tore myself away and returned, with lighter heart, fleet of foot, to the end of the path. Lance had indicated that the Labyrinth represents a journey from God, to God – with Him at the centre. Finding this to be so after such initial disbelief only serves to magnify the divine mercy and mystery.
Photo: Sue Blake walks the Labyrinth (taken from the Fenland Hermitage website)
A long period of solitary reflection followed this experience, continued into a relatively sleepless night, where I laid for hours dwelling on what had occurred, allowing it to wash over me and considering the implications. God – my centre – awesome, liberating – flooding me with a new sense of the Father’s love, acceptance and peace, (like being born-again again) which no human words can adequately express – but as we say up North: “it’s better felt than telt”
One of the Hermitage’s prayer leaflets states: “Prayer is like watching for the Kingfisher: All you can do is be where he is likely to appear, and wait. Often nothing much happens. There is space, silence and expectancy, no visible sign – only the knowledge that he’s been there and may come again. Seeing or not seeing does not matter – you have been prepared. But sometimes when you’ve almost stopped expecting it, a flash of brightness gives encouragement”
Methinks, I caught a ‘fleeting’ glimpse of the Kingfisher
So, thank you Lance & Sue – for sharing your home, your love, your selves so readily, and so freely, with one who was previously a stranger, but who now has two hermits among his friends.
Here’s a link to their website, along with my heartfelt recommendation:
What an amazing place, and meeting even wonderful people is a bonus. What better way for the heart to open fully and hear the Lord’s voice.
an amazing time at an amazing place , with amazing people!
Boy, Alec, What an amazing time you had there. Warmest regards and thanks for sharing Rosalie
I envy you such a great experience Alec. Remember the old hymn “Deeper, deeper in the love of Jesus, Daily let me go”? Sounds like you experienced that in a lovely way. Keep on keeping on.
Love Barbara
Hi Alec
Great post, sounds to have been a really special time with the Lord. So pleased!!
Looking forward to seeing you both tonight.
God Bless
John
It sounds wonderful Alec, thank you for sharing your experience in the labyrinth – an inspirational and uplifting read.
Alec, I am so happy that God opened your heart and mind to accept more from Him. He is awesome that way. I am so glad that you made two more Christian friends along the way as well. We can never have too many of them. May, God, continue to bless you and encourage you on your journey with Him, wherever He may take you. Hugs 🙂
Really beautiful! I love birds! In the spring I love to listen to the sparrows singing their cheerful tunes. http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/Sweet-Sparrow.634005
Sound a wonderful time Alex. Strange that I saw a Kingfisher twice on Tuesday.And also that last Sunday evening I heard a sermon on The Transfiguration which was likened to the speaker’s experience of unexpectedly chancing upon an otter looking at him from the waters of the nearby canal. the speaker’s jog by the canal has never been the same since, knowing he is there (though rarely seen) yet hoping for another sign, another glimpse, another evidence of his activity and his glory and the excitement of having been allowed that glimpse.