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Saturday after Ash Wednesday

Today I was in the Galilee Spirituality Centre near Boyle for a Lenten Retreat Day.  I am thankful to all who attended and to the staff there for making me feel so welcome.

In travelling there, I knew I’d pass “The Gaelic Chieftain” – that wonderful and striking monument of the Chieftain on horseback overlooking the Curlews and all who travel the Dublin-Sligo road.  It’s a very impressive piece of work and Maurice Harron, who sculpted it, is an old family friend (of whom I don’t see enough!!)

I mentioned the monument and its function as landmark.  A reminder to all who see it that they are on a familiar stretch of road and to all, from the area, who see it that there is something of home on display.  I believe in the power of a landmark to make us feel secure and at home.  They speak to us, even at a distance, of what is known and valuable to us.

The thought … be thankful for all who are “landmarks” in your life.  Those people who give you a sense of home.  Furthermore, that we become aware of those for whom we may well be landmarks and take our role, in that regard, to heart.

By Vincent