There are places on this earth where the real world, the world we know so well, meets a different world. A world where time moves slowly, less frantically, and where the spirit can emerge unfettered. St. David's is such a place.
We drove to Whitesands, a lovely stretch of beach and began our walk along the windswept rocks and dunes of the Pembrokeshire coast. Such a lovely stretch. It wasn't long before we scaled cliffs that plunge dizzyingly down to the rocks of the ever moving sea. Birds soared and wheeled on the breeze under sunny skies, and their cries mingles with the constant sigh of the ocean, making the place come alive. We loved it, and loved walking on the land once again.
Later, we drove a short distance to the ruins of St. Non's Chapel and Well, a focal point for those seeking peace and solace at the end of land. The chapel, standing on a flat promontory overlooking the sea, is a shell of what it once was, but there was a presence here that was palpable. The well, a final destination for foot-weary pilgrims, is said to have restorative powers, and I helped myself to the water: I slept well this night.
Next to the ruins was a retreat for priests needing quiet contemplation, and a 1930's vintage replica of St. Non's. The chapel, a simple one-room stone structure, was meant for quiet prayer and a simple rest after a long journey. I was greatly moved by this simple, lovely place.
This was our best day, and we needed it. Thank-you, St. David's.
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