So over the past two years I’ve put so much energy into contemplative spirituality, from trying to wrap my mind around the ancient Orthodox teachings on theosis or deification, to exploring my own deep interior silence as a Lay Cistercian, to reflecting on how Ken Wilber’s integral theory (primarily grounded in Buddhism) can make sense within a mystical Christian context. It’s all loads of fun (yeah, I know, I’m a geek) and for the most part keeps me out of trouble.
But lately I’ve been feeling just the slightest tug to re-connect with my Celtic roots.
This isn’t about nostalgia for Paganism — I’m really happy where I am spiritually these days. I merely am noticing lately how, well, un-Celtic my spiritual landscape has turned out to be these days. And in noticing that, I am noticing that I still love the Celtic world and want to figure out holistic ways to integrate Celtic wisdom into my currently-rather-culturally diverse spirituality. I still have lots of work to do in terms of unpacking the creative nexus where Celtic wisdom and mystical Christianity converge. It’s all about Brigit, of course. It’s about drinking deep from the well of Celtic wisdom to see about envisioning how ancient Christianity, outside the pale of imperial Roman influence, can speak to our efforts to envision creative new possibilities for liberal, progressive, contemplative Christianity today. And maybe more than anything else, it’s about reminding myself that as I get immersed in the worlds of Greek Orthodox or Cistercian or whatever types of faith expression, that I not lose sight of my deep relationship to the Celtic world. After all, it’s in my blood. Literally.
Not sure where this is going, just felt like I ought to say something. For now it’s just gurgling, just below the threshold of my consciousness. Will be fun to see how it manifests in the days/months/years to come.