The “we” is because Ricci and I will make the pilgrimage together to the Wild Goose Festival, June 23-26. We have decided that this pilgrimage will be our 11th wedding anniversary gift to each other.
We are very aware that it will not be the perfect gathering of people that will solve the entire cadre world’s problems and bring ultimate cosmic transformation, where candy cotton flowers will bloom and angels will be putting us to sleep with holy lullabies. But because we know the Sacred have this way of seeping through the crevices of our broken humanity and ill treated nature, we’ll be wide-eyed looking for bright manifestations of joy and hope.
We are going because for us it would be a practice in sacramental living. What do I mean by that? I mean that we in our specific places live in a dialectical relationship with the immanent and the transcendent presence of God. God’s grace allows our finite embodiment, in the particularity of place, to enter into the unfathomable reality of God’s life in this world. God’s intervention, the Incarnation, evokes a historical reality. It testifies to a concrete expression of some new way of living in the world. Therefore, gatherings in place and space, like Wild Goose Festival, are holy places where the Sacred is present and can be encountered.
Because of the reality of Creation and Incarnation humans are able to bring a sense of transformation that honors “placeness” in the world. In the light of such reality human response must not be a private one, but one that intervenes and makes public God’s presence in the world. With this understanding, human activities and relationships in particular localities have the blessed opportunity to be sacraments pointing to God’s loving relationship and activity in the world. Therefore, for Ricci and I, the Festival can be a humble and fragile but vibrant sacrament of God-space (a.k.a. God’s Kingdom).
At the Wild Goose we will join others in dreaming up and cracking open new neuro-pathways that will help us imagine “what if…” Aware of own limitations and brokenness, we would take serious the sacramentality of presence and space; and dare for sometime break the ground, plant seeds and humbly cultivate a liberate space. To cultivate is an intentional act: the seeds are not just thrown around, and the gardener live in hope that choreography between action (ploughing, planting, watering, feeding with compost, pruning, etc) and hope would bring delicious fruit. And then back to cultivating again. I believe our time at Wild Goose in less than 2 months will be a large apprenticeship gathering, not that we have already arrived, but a sacramental space to learn crafts and experience new movements to keep cultivating the soul, nature and communities.