Across the Water....

There is something ethereal about the process of arriving in Iona, by ferry across a deep stretch of water, that, quite, literally, defies imagination.

Is it the substance of dreams this arriving in such an ‘other’ place? Or is it the process of journeying itself?

This small island, a haven amongst the Hebrides, this small island invites the soul to a quiet, to a deeper more rested space and, at the same time, inspires me to an altogether altered state.

Judy and I have arrived here, twelve hours later; twelve hours of travel…

The light is longer, the liminal subduction of night into day is longer; it is, quite magical.

And our memories of having found each other here are walking beside us, step by step, as we encounter the ocean, the shoreline and the echoes of our lives.

Nicholas

We woke at 4:30 this morning and arrived on Iona’s shores at 6:30.

Though showers were forecast, we seemed to be following them. For at each moment, we had sunshine breaking through a beautiful sky of clouds. 

There was glorious light, always. 

The mountains were snow-capped and we were allowed to see the magnificence of the Scottish Highlands in the wake of spring. Waterfalls had begun to flow, the lochs reflected the splendour of the spring sunshine and we arrived from Mull on a ferryboat to see the abbey in reflected light.

This place is all about light for me.

I was in such darkness when her spirit called to mine, and in responding, the shadows became the way forward, the place to enter my own life in a new and transformative way.

We met a couple from Milwaukee, Wisconsin on the final ferryboat crossing…Iona’s gentle invitation reaches all who have ears to hear it, all who have a spirit to heal.

Judy