On Anzac Day, 25 April 2012, we made our annual pilgrimage to a charming little place about half an hour's drive from Armidale – to the chapel at Gostwyck. Many people from round here do that; not necessarily for religious reasons.
Nevertheless, it is a place of worship, and services are held there regularly. But although the sanctity of the chapel is respected, most people, especially a lot of tourists who know about it, have no religious purpose in going to this little place.
Or perhaps I'm wrong; they do worship, but not so much a Christian God as the way an exotic Nature has clothed in spectacular garb, every season, what would be a quite ordinary little church. The Virginia Creeper covers it in shades of green in the spring and summer, and in autumn especially it becomes a mecca for photographers as the greens give way to multicolour hues of pink, red and purple. Autumn is when it's at the height of its charm.
I could easily fill this posting with images, but not ours. If you go here you can see a selection of photos of the chapel from every angle, in all its seasons. But the few you see here are ours, the tiny ones taken in late summer 2008. The two larger ones towards the end were taken by Tracey on this Anzac Day 2012. They are what inspired this posting.
We usually go earlier in the season than Anzac Day, because earlier is when the autumn colours are best. This year it seemed we wouldn't make it, and time ticked by. So, Anzac Day was now-or-never. We knew the last of the autumn colours would probably be nearly gone.
We got out of the car and had a closer look. Though we've seen it many times, it's not a place you just drive to for half an hour, do a circuit in the car, and go back home again. It may be past its best for the season, but it deserves homage.
As the sun dips lower, the light changes. The season has been a wet one, and there's greenish moss on the roof. A few Virginia vine leaves are still green amidst the variegated reds. There's an odd one amongst them reflecting gold.
The sun now lights the southern wall and somehow its brightness illuminates all the vine leaves and gives the chapel a soft glow, as if the large oaks have trapped the light inside the circle, the handsome green and grey stone wall in front drawing a line under the scene.
Tracey snaps the shot.
I don't expect it to be this beautiful. It's like it's decked out for a wedding.
Our very good friend Austin had a nice turn of phrase: "When Jacqueline and I were stepping out....", he used to say, indicating the time when he and his wife were a-courting. And he'd proceed to tell an engaging tale. (Not the one below; that's mine.)
Unaware of this and not having been told by She Who Was Too Shy and Petrified To Say So, I took her to the very top of these falls. This did not augur well for the occasion; nor, I daresay, for the stepping out, which had encountered its first hurdle at the top of the Falls overlooking the deep gorge.
|Decked out for a wedding....|
We had no camera between us, but the memory is all the sweeter for that.
You just do.
Lovely pictures, lovely story. To unbelievers, it is a remarkable fact that religion offers something other than God. Magnificent music, wonderful architecture, a feeling of peace that lingers long after the drowsy worwshippers have departed. Re-live many more such moments.ReplyDelete
Gostwyck Chapel -so special, and to actually see bridal party emerge was one of those magic moments -it was A SIGN! They are beautiful photos.ReplyDelete
I like to think so.... :) The sign, I mean [but yes, the photos as well.] We were engaged two years after that, and married a mere 11 years later, so fulfilment of the kismet bit took its time!Delete
Thanks Bob. I was going to say, the hubris doesn't tend to last that long... but then, maybe what I mean is the very opposite of hubris, and I return to my usual state of skepticism. To my mind, the problem with all religions is their followers.ReplyDelete
I vividly remember the address of Vivekananda to the 1893 Congress of World Religions when he said this:
I am not a Buddhist, as you have heard, and yet I am. If China, or Japan, or Ceylon follow the teachings of the Great Master [i.e., the Buddha], India worships him as God incarnate on earth.
You have just now heard that I am going to criticise Buddhism, but by that I wish you to understand only this. Far be it from me to criticise him whom I worship as God incarnate on earth. But our views about Buddha are that he was not understood properly by his disciples. The relation between Hinduism (by Hinduism, I mean the religion of the Vedas) and what is called Buddhism at the present day is nearly the same as between Judaism and Christianity.
Jesus Christ was a Jew, and Shakya Muni [i.e., the Buddha, using Hindu terminology] was a Hindu. The Jews rejected Jesus Christ, nay, crucified him, and the Hindus have accepted Shakya Muni as God and worship him. But the real difference that we Hindus want to show between modern Buddhism and what we should understand as the teachings of Lord Buddha lies principally in this: Shakya Muni came to preach nothing new. He also, like Jesus, came to fulfil and not to destroy. Only, in the case of Jesus, it was the old people, the Jews, who did not understand him, while in the case of Buddha, it was his own followers who did not realise the import of this teachings. As the Jew did not understand the fulfilment of the Old Testament, so the Buddhist did not understand the fulfilment of the truths of the Hindu religion.
Again, I repeat, Shakya Muni came not to destroy, but he was the fulfilment, the logical conclusion, the logical development of the religion of the Hindus.
... which probably may not mean all that much to people today, and some would take issue with it, but it's a great starting point for discussion!
I think the Hindus had their logical development and conclusion far earlier than the Buddha's time. IMO, Buddha focused on the core experience and made it accessible to the many rather than the privileged few.ReplyDelete
And yes, that precious chapel at Gostwick is a treasure, espcially at this time of the year.ReplyDelete
For some reason my eyes have become quite wet, as my brother likes to say.ReplyDelete