Reprise

The gentle docent led us to and fro throughout the massive cathedral, speaking of the place as though it belonged to him, and with great respect. Maybe that is what a cathedral is meant to be - a place where one is absolutely at home and is all the richer for it. Clearly this one had, and still has, riches abundant. The visitors were all mesmerized, right along with the docent.

We none of us knew each other, but had only appeared on the same day, to delve. We didn't know what was in store, only that something was. The other visitors were lovely Brits, mostly retired and able to have the time now to peruse. The SconeLady and her husband were the only Americans. The docent was a sweet elder gentleman who had been leading the faithful through this place of worship for years, but never once did he sound as though this were not his first time.

If you make your way toward any cathedral, dear Readers, please enter with a purpose. There will be items within those walls that will surprise you, and it helps to keep a bit of a categorical viewpoint of them. For instance, enter with an eye for its Art, or its marble, or its sculpture, for it will be absolutely chock filled with it. Ancient. Massive. Unbelievable Art. Try to pick out your favorite, and then research it after you have gone home. 

My favorite is one that I have tried before to explain and to share in these pages, with you. I was able to discover this:

"This painting from Truro Cathedral is "Cornubia, Land of the Saints" by John Miller, painted in 1980 to help celebrate the Cathedral's centenary. It shows the outline of Cornwall with every parish church marked with a small Celtic cross."

There is something so poignant here. A view from above of those edifices of the Faith as perhaps God sees them. Linked. Each with its own little light shining forth, and the large light illuminating their parent Cathedral - Truro. All with the bond, "We are one in the Spirit, We are one in the Lord". With this viewpoint, no tiny church is left alone; lonely; deserted; or isolated. It is One with the others, and with the Lord. This feeling permeated Truro Cathedral itself. It, and its servants, seem humble and helpful to all who enter. Welcoming. A person does not feel ignored there. Instead, one feels they are significant to the grand scheme of things.

And so, Cornwall awaits. This bit is only one bit, and there are masses of other bits, just waiting. I shall go.

Come along with me.


See you along the way!
the SconeLady