Good Saturday morning, Substack.

I’m at a retreat on Celtic spirituality led by John Philip Newell. I signed up months ago because I love his work and took it with me into my sabbatical in 2022 when Robert and I walked across Scotland via the John Muir Way. I find it poignantly tragic that this Earth-revering, feminine-affirming strain of Christianity was so overwhelmed and subdued by imperialist, colonialist Christianity. Tragic but inevitable, I suppose.

And yet it’s still alive centuries later and may provide some seeds for what will save us.

I’m feeling jangled and frantic over the election and the impact November 5 could have on people I love fiercely. I’m here to tap into a well of wisdom that was here before me and my loved ones and will live beyond us, even if they live long full lives.

We were invited to come up with a word to express our intent for the weekend. Mine was ENDURING. A double meaning. We have much right now that must simply been endured. And yet the story written by Love endures.

What is your word?