© Rachel M. Denton  2005

The eremitical life exists within most world religions – the call to a life of seclusion, spent with God alone, in solitude and silence, has an authentic resonance within almost any faith community:  not everybody is called to the totality of the hermitage, but most people do need at least to touch the edge of solitude, to acknowledge a deep yearning for something beyond themselves, which, try as they might, is never quite satisfied.  Within the Christian church the tradition stretches back to the earliest days of the desert fathers and  mothers  in  the  first few centuries AD, when pioneering men and women left their communities to walk into the desert and live there for God alone.

 

About the calligrapher

Rachel is a hermit.  She lives “in solitude and silence” in a small Lincolnshire village and has taken a vow to stay in the hermitage for the rest of her life.

To live as hermit these days seems a strange and outlandish thing – but in reality the experience of it is surprisingly ordinary.  Before I could begin my life here as a hermit of the diocese of Nottingham, I had to  present  the  Bishop  with  a  Rule  of  Life  which  described  how  I would live in the hermitage – it states (amongst other things) that I would live in “simplicity, solitude and silence, staying and returning there insofar as duties permit” so I come back to solitude and silence in the same way most people come back to a family.

Of course I have to earn my own living.  There is not much call for rush mats and rosaries these days – the traditional industries of the hermitage – so most of my income derives from a small calligraphy workshop which I have set up  —  St Cuthberts House.  Rather perversely,  for a hermit, I love words!  We live in a society  which  sells them cheaply,  and so they can become cynical or meaningless.  Calligraphy is a means of slowing all that down - a way of exploring and valuing the particular form and identity of each word, each phrase. 

 

 

 

 

 

Any  time  left  over  from  the  workshop  is  spent  in  the  garden  which  I  try to  work organically.   My  first  job  here  was  to dig up the lawn so that I could grow my own vegetables.  It was a mammoth task, but the work paid off, and now I enjoy produce from the garden with nearly every meal.

 

My Rule of life also states that I will spend time each day in prayer.  Without this, my life in the hermitage would become meaningless.  20 years ago I was a novice in a Carmelite monastery.  Although I did not stay, I recognised whilst I was there that the most authentic experience I had of God was of his absence - the despair of not experiencing him at all - but that this non-experience was more real, more demanding, more sustaining than any other encounter I had known:  Being here keeps me in touch with that, day and day again: this is where I rest, waiting on God.

Interested in finding out more about St Cuthbert & the Northumbrian Landscape which inspired him?  Why not visit St Cuthbert’s House, Seahouses.  Just knock on the door ...