![]() There is the dis-ease of isolation when we forget, or let institutional values dominate. It affirms our irrevocable relationship with the Divine Creator, the Christ, the Holy Spirit, and all of creation. It is akin to re-remembering an ancient song. ![]() This is not the self wounded by legislative doctrine, nor the self we have been led to believe separates us from God. This allows us to re-discover our true selves. Newell writes that by connecting to the true nature of Christ we are free to embrace the Christ as the heart of creation. These demonstrate profound disconnection from the universe and the Creator. We have examples of this in the overturn of Roe vs Wade, or the diminishment of overdue environmental action. This has been made painfully evident in recent events where doctrine is confused with theology. Newell writes that history has demonstrated the pathology of Christian doctrines designed to meet the political or state need to control people. To think of Christ as symbol and memory of the cosmic relationship between and within all things is both ancient wisdom and newly resonant today. He challenges the reader to look beyond traditional ways of seeing Jesus the Christ. Philip Newell in his book “Christ of the Celts” touches on such dreaming and names it as an ancient way of prayer and relationship with the Creator. We knew some part of us had been withering. The dreaming was a manifestation of our yearning for connection beyond ourselves. An intimate awareness of the cycle of the tides was shaped by the music of the ancient dance between the water and the shore. ![]() There was the rhythm of the waves as they lapped against the hull bringing the sounds of comfort and story. Imaginings took us to a timeless place where the scent of warm summer winds brought hints of new places to explore. The sea beckoned and the boat was launched. It travelled with us to the prairies where it hibernated for 2 winters on the deck of a friend’s apartment. The craft was almost finished when we left student life. One of our professors kindly let us the use his workshop to build the boat. It was advertised as an ideal craft for families. Although we were the very model of debt laden students, we decided to purchase an inexpensive sailboat kit. We recognised we had lost something vital to our being. We had reached a point where we felt mired in the minutiae of academia. The boat came into our lives when we were in graduate school. We thought it could help us build some hope into our lives and those of our family. We decided the refurbishment of our sadly neglected small sailboat seemed like a good project. When Covid changed the pattern of our lives my spouse and I realised we had to be creative.
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