Castalia

The Land

Dear Friends,

Each of us has a task, a part to play in the symphony. As this part attracts us, as it draws us in, we become narrower and narrower. We step into the little skiff of which Novalis writes — the skiff, six feet in length, which takes us to heaven’s shore. No longer flying high, in the close embrace of earth we find the boundlessness of heaven.

In her poem, The Land, Vita Sackville-West refers to the lines on a peasant’s gravestone: “He tilled the soil well”. Such an epitaph should be ours.