THURSDAY, HOLY WEEK Dearest Friends, Last night, at the mass of the Lord’ Supper that opens the Easter Triduum and ends Lent we entered into sacred time. Here on Bere Island we are making what we call a spiritual retreat. But what does “spiritual” mean. We often use the word only when we don’t know what else to say. Sometimes we use it to distinguish a level of experience that is different from the ‘material’. Yet as we explore these meanings in the light of our ordinary experience we see the boundaries between mind and matter, the spiritual and the material, simply dissolve. Science gives us ways of describing reality, rather than exhaustively explaining it. We know now for example that what we call solid matter is as impermanent and evanescent as mental energy. All is energy. Einstein said matter is a form of energy and Teillhard that spirit is “matter incandescent”. With the discovery of ‘dark matter’, composing a major part of the cosmos, we have another metaphor to help us understand both ourselves, consciousness and the universe. The mandorla is an ancient symbol illustrating the overlap and intersection of two parallel circles, creating a zone of integral unity – what we might call the expanding and contracting realm of the sacred. At the Eucharist we enter into this union of the spiritual and material, living out the deepest implications of the Incarnation itself. We ingest the bread and wine which become part of us and then, through us, part of the world (both human and impersonal) that embodies us. In meditation we bypass and transcend the egoistical force that separates and then often tries to make the divisions themselves into substitutes for the sacred – forgetting that what divides (the di-abolic) negates the sacred. Behind the mysterious communion of spirit and matter, self and others, that we celebrate in the Eucharist, is not magic but the self-giving of Christ that incarnates the divine self-giving. How odd then that we should have turned the Eucharist into another power structure, ringed round with rules and regulations that can more often divide than unite. At the heart of the mass is the supreme energy of powerlessness, the all-powerful and all-creative energy of love. As we washed each others feet, meditators and islanders, last night, as the wind blew hard outside, I felt we were trying to express and understand this simple and all-unifying truth that allows us to enter into the darker valley of Good Friday without fear.