so, to refresh my memory with some of the ideas and imagery that made 'celtic spirituality' so attractive to me many years ago, i am also re-reading frank maceowen's the mist-filled path. it is probably more useful to me and others who today would seek to recover the sort of connexion to the world(s) that marked what we call 'celtic spirituality' than monastic rules. like myself, maceowen is a southern boy who grew up in the 'bible belt' but who also had the good fortune to have a father whose 'religion' happened mostly in the woods. and, of course, here in the northwest, mists are almost unavoidable.
one of the things that separates maceowen's method from that of the monks who, at least according to the rules collected by o maidan, filled their days with constant repetition of psalms, is the quiet. maceowen reminds us of the importance, in j. philip newell's words, listening for the heartbeat of god.
the quiet is a gift of the long dark hours of winter, and of the mists. pray that i will have the grace to listen during these long beautiful hours of samhain.