Today, not a cloud in the sky. A little wind, but picture perfect. Consequently, I’m trying to post a slide show of a few pictures taken this morning as I walked from my hotel to The Abbey and back.
This sunny, June weather has me thinking about the Celtic love and longing for place. Wherever we live, our home and surroundings feed our mind, body spirit. When I’m on Iona I want to live here permanently, pretending the long, long, winters don’t exist.
Yesterday on my way to the Machair, I chatted with Jenny who was gardening outside her home. “I love it here; I’m not very busy and that suits me just fine.” I left envying her simple life and place of solitude. Today my weaving friend Moya invited me to her home and studio on Tuesday. I left envying her sense of purpose and place of silence, with only the sound of the loom.
Many of us long for the perfect place, although no one place can satisfy all our needs. My home is perfect; but a perfect place on Iona would satisfy another need.