David Whyte (13:40)
A place holy this is fascinating actually, because I lead people to pilgrim places in my walking tours, my poetry and walking tours, whether they're in Italy or the Himalayas or Japan or the north of England, most especially in the west of Ireland. Holy wells and tombs and places where many of the great mythic dramas of the Irish imagination took place. So I've actually thought about this quite a lot. There's one place, for instance, called Coleman's Bed. And in Ireland, a bed means a place where someone slept. So it means a dwelling place, really. The Irish word is lobber. So you'll often have the word lobber and then the name of the person who lived there. So Lobber Fordrick, the bed of Patrick or Lobber Coleman, the bed of Colman. These were Irish saints. Yeah, but sometimes it will be a bed where Irish mythic figures were supposed to have slept the night. There's one place which is a place where a very famous abbot called Coleman would go away from his monastery out into the wild limestone mountains now called the Burren. And he found this place under this cliff, a cliff called Eagle Rock. And he found a cave there. And there was running water, a holy well, cress, hazel trees. So he's got protection from the wind and the weather. And he would go out there, away from his monastery to reinforce his contemplative practice. Because actually, when you're in the monastery, there's no place more political than a monastery, actually. So you need a monastery to get away from the monastery. And I've worked in a lot of them, so I know the dynamics. So he'd go up to this place and the Irish saints were very much like the Hindu gurus. Hindu gurus would not have an official sanction from a Vatican saying they were a saint, but they would be called saints by the local people. And people would take them fruit and revere them and come for darshan or whatever, for a blessing. It was much the same with many of the Irish Saints, particularly the ones who lived alone. And so Coleman was part of this really wild interpretation of Christianity. I think one of the best interpretations of Christianity that's existed in the fact that the revelations of Jesus could be seen in the wind rustling the leaves of a tree, or a stag belling at the end of a valley, or the clouds racing over the mountains, just as much as they could be read in in a Bible. In the stories, they had this Druidic experience of the wild world. There was even Celtic St. Francis in the form of St. Kevin, and he had this remarkable relationship with the animal world. He'd drop his prayer book in the water and a heron would bring it back and he'd drop it again, or an otter would bring it back. And there was one famous time he was praying in the chapel. And the Celtic monks prayed not in the Roman way, with their hands together, but in the old Druidic way, with their hands out like this. They also had an interesting tanzia. Instead of a bald patch in the middle of their heads, their hair was shaven halfway back and then long at the back. So they would have looked incredibly cool. Actually, it was more of a druidic tantra. And St. Kevin's supposed to have been in his chapel with his hands out, and his hand was near the window, and he was praying for so long that a passing blackbird looked down and saw the perch and said, that would be a great old place to rest. So it came down. And so Kevin kept praying so that he wouldn't disturb the bird. But before he knew it, the bird had gone off and come back a couple of times with little snags of wool and twigs and leaves, and was building a nest. So in the story, Kevin has to keep praying until the nest is built. But then doesn't the bird lay an egg in the nest? And so Kevin has to keep praying until the egg is hatched. But then isn't there a little chick in the nest? And he has to keep praying on until finally the chick is fledged and flies off into the wild blue yonder with his mother. And then he's finally able to put his hands together. There's a famous poem by Seamus Heaney about Kevin putting his hands together and what it must have felt like, wow. But it's really, you know, it's an apocryphal story, but it's really a very precise story about the phenomenology of meditation. So it's very powerful image. So Coleman would have been of that lineage. And so Coleman's Bed is a beautiful place to go to. And I went up there with a friend to begin with who showed me the place. And then I'd go up by myself. And then I started taking my groups up there. And about 12 years into visiting this place, visiting every year, I started to say, what is it about this? Why do we come back to these holy places? Your question? Yeah. What is a holy place? And what draws you back like a magnet? And sometimes the holy place is just a short walk from your house to a place where you turn back. But that place is. Is holy in your mind because it's a place that nourishes you so fully. So I wrote this piece, it's called Coleman's Bed. And one of my readers actually counted 26 invitations in the poem. And it's really about the way a holy place invites you deeper and deeper into self understanding. But then I got a really straight, practical answer right at the end about why we would visit a place where a supposedly holy person lived. Yeah. In this case, Coleman. So this is the piece. It's called Coleman's Bed. Make a nesting now a place to which the birds can come. Think of Kevin's prayerful palm holding the blackbird's egg and be the one looking out from this place who warms interior forms into light. Feel the way the cliff at your back gives shelter to your outward view. Then bring in from those horizons all discordant elements that make a home. Be taught now among the trees and rocks how the discarded is woven into shelter. Feel the way things hidden and unspoken slowly proclaim their voice in the world. Find that far inward symmetry to all outward appearances Begin to welcome back all you sent away. Be a new annunciation. Make yourself into a door through which to be hospitable even to the stranger in you. See with every turning day how each season wants to make a child of you again Wants you to become a seeker. After birdsong and rainfall Watch how it weathers you into a testing in the tried and true Tells you with each falling leaf to leave and slip away even from the branch that held you to be courageous to be like that last word you'd want to say before you leave the world above all be alone with it all. A hiving off a corner of silence amidst the noise Refuse to talk even to yourself and stay in this place until the current of the story is strong enough to float you out. Goat then where others in this place have come before. Under the hazel by the ruined chapel below the cave where Coleman slept Become the stream that Makes the river flow and then the sea beyond. Live in this place as you were meant to, and then, surprised by your abilities, become the ancestor of it all, the quiet, robust and blessed saint that your future happiness will always remember. So the whole dynamic of a holy place where someone holy lived is that something good happened there that was a blessing on future generations. And the Celtic church actually reinvigorated post barbaric, post Roman Europe. Actually, all the foundations of the Benedictine monasteries across Europe were originally Irish foundations, actually. So they were a blessing to their time and they were remembered in individual characters as a blessing. So we go back because something good happened there, but the invitation is to, in many ways, is to be that saint for your future self. All of us can remember moments in our life where we got up from our chair, we picked the phone up and we called someone and it changed our life. Or we went out the door, we went to a concert, we went to a restaurant, we met people. If we hadn't have gone out the door, if we hadn't have stirred ourselves in whatever form that stirring took place, we would be immeasurably impoverished. So you can go back and thank that saintly moment, that person. You were in a kind of pilgrimage. You go back and say, thank God, David. Thank God, Rick. You went out the door, you went to the concert, you met that person. But the corollary of that is, what could I do now that my future self would come back and thank me for?