All the time I was trying to hold on (to something) and all the while I was being held. All the time I was moving to find something in time that was timeless. You can’t approach your own absence she whispered and there’s nothing that can be done as there’s nothing to do. All is well, whole- One- This.
This picture shows prayers written and attached to a tree in St. Augustine’s. I can’t say I know anything about God, Jesus, Mary or prayer but I like to photograph church’s and I like to sit in spacious open buildings. I see no boundary, No-thing that is holier or more worthy and I have only ever met myself. These lines from the Gospel of St. Thomas come to mind:
Jesus saw some babies nursing. He said to his disciples, “These nursing babies are like those who enter the kingdom.” They said to him, “Then shall we enter the kingdom as babies?” Jesus said to them, “When you make the two into one, and when you make the inner like the outer and the outer like the inner, and the upper like the lower, and when you make male and female into a single one, so that the male will not be male nor the female be female, when you make eyes in place of an eye, a hand in place of a hand, a foot in place of a foot, an image in place of an image, then you will enter the kingdom.”