The feather flew, not because of anything in itself but because the air bore it along. Thus I am a feather on the breath of God.
– Hildegard of Bingen
Word and song from a thousand years ago flew easily and lightly again today, carrying our imaginations and spirits with them.
We are grateful for all participants – preparers, leaders, singers, speakers and visitors from other ‘valleys’, including our hurdy-gurdy musician. We cannot know for sure, but we reached in sound and spirit for the ambience of her times.
Oh yes, and I nearly forgot the psalm. The Gregorian chant did indeed feel at home in that company, like a true and faithful brother to Hildegard – though in their day there were no doubt, shall we say, subtle differences of perspective? This was one of Hildegard’s great contributions.