There is a Field ~ Gatherings from Ireland #103

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I will meet you there.


These words from the 13th Century Persian philosopher and poet, Rumi, never stray far from my mind.  Recently, when walking along the cliffs in Ballycotton, Co. Cork, I couldn’t take my eyes off a little field in the distance and, for me, I think it will always be Rumi’s field.

The Cliffs, Ballycotton, Co. Cork.

I got to thinking that once there is willingness within people of very different persuasions on whatever the subject  ~ be it international conflict or interpersonal dispute ~ to hear each other out and seek resolution, the space required is actually very small and will take on whole new spatial dimensions when they thrash out their differences.

The field that stood out as ‘Rumi’s Field’ is the tiny triangular one with the stone walls which is tucked in at the far side of the inlet.

Do you have a picture in your head of what Rumi’s field would look like?