On Saturday
Gordon's Bear and I Went to Wales with Michael driving the 460 odd miles ...
We made our way to
ffald-y-brenin as since meeting Roy Goodwin and reading his book I have wanted to go ... There's a lovely walkway to the cross and it's paved with bark, and is a tunnel through the trees. On this path, it hit me, first a few tears until my face was screwed up and I stumbled and clung to mike, finally sobbing like a child, for a reason I knew not!
We reached the simple cross, humble and man-sized not totemic and towering, fluttering with tattered prayers, as the wind picked up. I sobbed and sobbed and mike said let it be good, and it was.
Not a soul we saw at the centre, until we met God here at the cross, Roy would be very happy to know this! The sun came out strong for a moment and my Crying stopped. Now I had to lie down and be still on the ground, for every where around ffald-y-brenin my body felt bowed under a weight which made it hard to walk. This was a joyous, honeyed heaviness. A strong loving hand. Just bigger than me ...
The Chapel was sweet. And filled with peace ... we rested here a while ...
Bear rested too ... i might even have nodded off on the cushions!
We were excited to make our way to
Victory Church, Cwmbran, stopping for some food and getting drunk and silly in the foyer with Mike, Raphael and Raphael's Dad, Martin! No alcohol involved though!
Bear got silly and excited too. Well, it doesn't help when mike goes, 'Come and mess with us!', etc etc!
The atmosphere in this place was cooking! I nearly blew out of the door trying to get in! Fun!
