The Celtic Christians lived close to nature.
They befriended wild animals and tended to see the animals they shared their lives with as blessings and friends. In these tough times, I am taking great joy from going into the vicarage garden and listening to the birds. A friendly robin has been keeping me company. The little bird takes me out of myself and he seems as fascinated with me as I am with him.
The hedge of trees surrounds me,
A blackbird’s lay sings to me,
Praise shall I not conceal,
Above my lined book, the trilling of the birds sings to me.
A clear-voiced cuckoo sings to me in a grey cloak from the tops of bushes
May the Lord save me from judgement; well do I write under the greenwood.
Ninth Century, Old Irish