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13 Feb All Things of Matter Shall Be Well

As my beautiful wife was cooking dinner in the van, I ventured into the fierce wind to explore our surroundings overlooking the Northern Atlantic Ocean. From our free parking-turned-camping spot in Western Wales just beside a lighthouse, dramatic cliffs gave way to crashing sea on either side of us. Rain had been pouring down all afternoon, and it had certainly been a miserable day up until this moment. We had spent the past two days driving around from store to store attempting to convert our German propane supply system to a UK supply without success, and the inefficiencies and frustrations were taking a serious toll on me. Having exhausted nearly every possible resource, we finally came to a workable solution and headed off for a few days of solitude and rest. I needed a good walk to clear my head.

As I descended towards the cliffs, the bitter wind off the sea chilled my bones and watered my eyes. As the sea grew nearer and louder, the mist from the waves dashing against the cliffs sprayed my face. I smiled. I have always loved the smell and taste of the sea. This wry smile grew larger and uncontainable as the sun peaked from behind the storm clouds and exploded into golden light. The grey world around me had suddenly sprung to life in color and vibrancy–glacier blue waves were crowned with pastel sunlight; previously dull brown shrubs now contrasted beautifully against the green pasture; black cliffs briefly revealed their mossy ledges before becoming enshrouded by the white sea foam of each passing wave; and clouds beamed in joyous reds, pinks, golds, and oranges, casting a faint glow upon all matter beneath the storm clouds above.

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As my camera clicked away, I suddenly became aware of three wild horses grazing just along the cliffs. I sprung across rocks and ledges and marveled at the scene that only I was witnessing, for no other humans were within a mile of me. I considered sprinting back for Jaimie, since we were out of cell reception, however I knew I would not make it there and back with her in time. This moment existed for me alone. The horses were rugged mountain beasts with wispy dreadlocked manes blowing freely in the gale. I found myself no more than 10 feet from where they grazed, apparently of no interest to them. Their white bodies were caked in mud and soaked from the day’s storm, yet they stood solemnly and nobly atop their cliffside pasture, unaware of the grandeur of the moment.

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It was perhaps the most beautiful natural sight I have ever witnessed. I sat down in reverence for the scene before my eyes, uncertain whether the tears streaming down my cheeks remained an effect of the wind or fell in a silent praise released to the Artist of All Things. The sheer weight of beauty and grace overcame me, touching a deep place in my heart and soul.

I do not recall the last time I became so undone by nature, but each time I have felt this in the past, I am brought back to the same position of humility, gratitude, wonder, serenity, and joy. In these moments, my head slows it’s ferocious locomotive engine of troubles, ideas, and plans while the soft words of the mystic Julian of Norwich echo in my head: “All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all things of matter shall be well.”

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Just as this moment did for me, I hope these photos inspire and encourage you to see the beauty through any storm that you may be enduring. May you find the golden light softly touching all things of matter in your life, the horses encouraging you to live in freedom and peace, and the sea reminding you of the beautiful depths of love that exist in this world for you. Much love, my friends!

Will Morgan
willfullyliving@gmail.com
15 Comments
  • hilda seftor
    Posted at 10:30h, 13 February Reply

    Thank you so much Will for sharing these rare and beautiful moments with us, and to share the feeling of actually being there, the cold bitter wind, the spray of the cold Atlantic, and the beauty of those wild horses, so much at home there amid this rugged terrain..

    • Will Morgan
      Posted at 10:46h, 13 February Reply

      Thank you, Hilda! It truly was an incredible experience. I am thankful for your support!

  • Becky Lane
    Posted at 11:03h, 13 February Reply

    Thank you for sharing these beautiful photos and your words of encouragement to those following you and Jamie on your journey.

    • Will Morgan
      Posted at 08:55h, 17 February Reply

      Thank you, Becky! Glad you enjoyed it. Cheers!

  • Joy langford
    Posted at 15:27h, 13 February Reply

    So happy to see the Lord sanctifying your imaginations in a daily way right now. Such courage for your hearts and for ours-because we love you.

    • Will Morgan
      Posted at 09:04h, 14 February Reply

      Thank you so much Joy. We love you guys!

  • Helga S.
    Posted at 08:06h, 14 February Reply

    Love this one Will!! Loved the pictures & believing for a time of discovery of depth with the Almighty, or as you said it the one who is the Artist of all things.

    • Will Morgan
      Posted at 09:03h, 14 February Reply

      Thanks Helga! He put on a show for sure. Hope you’re well!

  • Cathi Nelson
    Posted at 08:05h, 15 February Reply

    Hey Will and Jamie, Love reading your stories. A friend shared this quote with me recently and I thought of you and the art of story telling you are cultivating.
    The very act of story-telling, of arranging memory and invention according to the structure of the narrative, is by definition holy. We tell stories because we can’t help it. We tell stories because we love to entertain and hope to edify. We tell stories because they fill the silence death imposes. We tell stories because they save us.”
    ― James Carroll

    • Will Morgan
      Posted at 10:21h, 16 February Reply

      Thanks Aunt Cathi! What an awesome quote. I really like that… I think I’ll work it into a post sometime soon, perhaps. Love you guys!

  • Laura
    Posted at 03:24h, 17 February Reply

    This is GORGEOUS, thank you for taking us along with you. I’ve always read that quote as “…all manner of things shall be well,” but I like “all things of matter shall be well” even more because it implies that the trivialities shall pass away and be of no consequence. So beautiful, I’m grateful you included us on this.

    Also… we haven’t been reading your blog and clearly we’re remiss. Can’t wait to follow you guys.

    • Will Morgan
      Posted at 08:54h, 17 February Reply

      Goodness gracious… I wrote the quote from memory and it appears you are correct… How careless of me! However, since you prefer my version, I’ll retain it in the post and refrain from fixing such an egregious error. 🙂 Thanks for following along! Hope to see you guys again soon.

  • Edward R'bourne
    Posted at 21:39h, 18 February Reply

    “So get ready for a great adventure, the one you were really born for. If we never get to our little bit of heaven, our life does not make much sense, and we have created our own “hell.” So get ready for some new freedom, some dangerous permission, some hope from nowhere, some unexpected happiness, some stumbling stones, some radical grace, and some new and pressing responsibility for yourself and for our suffering world.”
    Richard Rohr from Falling Upward

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