Like Eden

Like Eden Wales to me begins with my first visit to the great castle. It was then that my appetite was whetted. Positioned in the northeast corner, a lookout, no longer strategic, it rests perfectly in a place ordained by the highest voice. It’s sits atop this lush principality, where tradition are revered and tended to like Eden. Modern and traditional, its people alone decide in which villages time moves and at what speed. I can’t read the signs - the village name - in which I’m told the dd sounds like th. But I’m glad they don’t cater to my American eyes. It’s enough that they depart their traditional tongue to guide me.- in a heavy, appreciated accent. I walk, just to immerse myself. The twisting roads, the kneeling sheep, the stone walls that have no beginning or end. The head shakes slowly for a lack of words. If God told me to go somewhere and wait for Him, I’d stay right here in this northern village, where already, I feel closer to Him.