The world is our temple. Every spear of grass - a monument to Danu. The storm clouds menacing on the horizon - a hymn to Taranis. The zephyr dancing against the flesh - Cliodhana’s shrine.
Walking was not merely a form of exercise. It was meditation and adventure. It was freedom. It was the worship of the untamed world, a baptism in the springs of eternity, initiation into the truths that lie beyond poems, sermons, and temples.
Maps visualize our place in the world, distill disparate facts into a single image, inspire adventures to new cafes or mysterious spots in the hills, and allow us to make sense of our home at a big-picture level.
The task for us is not to reconnect with the land. We are already at one with it. The task is to cut out the cataracts that blind us to this fact. Then, we can see what always was, is, and will be: we are of one weft with the sea and the moon.
