Cornwall Cogitation #14, Sunday 8 May 2016–Artist Walter Langley (1852-1922) gave the “Time Moveth Not . . .” title to a watercolour of an elderly woman sitting at a table, surrounded by rusticity, her right elbow on an open Bible, her cheek resting on her fist, her lost-in-thought gaze pointed slightly beyond her feet. The painting is on display at the Penlee House Gallery & Museum in Penzance.
I thought of the painting in a chance meeting on the sidewalk along St Ives Road in Carbis Bay. An elderly woman with a walker was waiting in the refuge in the middle of the road. A car stopped to let her finish crossing. We were coming along the sidewalk just then. She commented on today’s volume and speed of traffic rushing to and fro, recalling the days when she pushed a pram up and down the same street.
While time may stand still in contrast to the changes we experience in life, it’s the latter, our being, that moves to a fullness, a ripeness, a sacred sum, a blessing to the young, a life review, a celebration of the times we are graced to live in.
So we wrap up our stay in Cornwall. We travel home in the coming week. St Anta people gave us a farewell card and blessing this morning. A moment of shared grace. How has the week just past added to our being? Let the photos tell some of the story.
6 May. A feast day for body, mind and spirit
We had a day out with Noel and Lynne Brereton at the Enys Estate near Flushing, a walk out of Truro, Evensong at Truro Cathedral, and dinner at Beck’s Fish & Chips.
2 May. On the double-decker after a long walk
4 May. Tehidy Woods with the West Cornwall Footpath Preservation Society
6 May. More of our visual feast at Enys Estate
Parting thought: “Explanations exist; they have existed for all time; there is always a well-known solution to every human problem–neat, plausible, and wrong.” H.L. Mencken, 1917.
Best! -John. Time for one more picture? Well, actually five. Let being gird your week.
The map shows our walking realm in the extreme south west part of Cornwall.
The steeple of St Anta & All Saints.
No mud this time through.
Arriving at the Royal Standard in Flushing, lunch time.