Sun and sea and rock and sand. Clouds and sunshine, wind and rain. The steady passage of the CalMac ferries between mainland and islands. Sacred histories, present blessedness, the arc of poetry, prose and prayer in countless forms and shapes and voices. The sound of the pipes and the songs of the surprised. Newfound friendships, laughter and tears, love and longing.
Food and drink and gracious hospitality. Hearts, minds, souls and bodies stretched and opened and glad to be alive. Pens taking flight across paper. Single track roads built for slower appreciation of our life’s journey. Glorious waterfalls cascading out of misty heights. Time, time, time, slowed and savoured. Glad remembrances contemplated and celebrated.
Work and rest and play each day. Oh, Iona. We crossed the Sound only 24 hours ago and thought we were leaving. But all that we have known in these past days has come home with us, much as we have come home to ourselves.
wind in my wheels 🌱 