On a train, click-clickity-clacking through the Scottish countryside. I love it here.... I have this intense desire to never leave this place.
|Kathryn and I at the Storytelling Centre|
Even with my camera there's no way I could adequately capture fields of wildflowers against a soft blue sky. Grass so green. Do these colours even exist back home?
|(OK, you caught me: this photo isn't from Scotland)|
We went to the evening service at the Abbey, and as a part of the prayer the officiant read out the familiar "a time for..." and we were meant to add our wordless prayers. So when she said something, I tried my best to feel it - as a way to see what I associate with that emotion ... A time for gratitude: C.'s smile.
I sit now on a ferry, watching Mull slip into the distance as we return to the mainland. Iona was like a dream.
We took a trip today through the Scottish Highlands to Glen Coe and Loch Ness. The thought of following in the footsteps of my ancestors on this trip (first Iona, now this place) is so strange, but incredibly powerful.
|Photo credit: David Mills|
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