Sunday, May 13, 2007
The sign says "To The Abbey," and the pilgrims follow it to get to the place where Saint Columba built a church in 563 ad. It is supposed to be raining and squalling here, but look at the sky. Seeing is believing - though the pilgrims might argue differently.
and looking from Iona to the moon hills of Mull, the water is turqoise. Lying in bed, I look out to sea at the coming and going of the Caledonian MacBrayne ferry. Two days ago, while I waited for it to bring me over, a seal put its head out of the water and looked at me. The birds speak differently here and the sheep go where they please. All manner of things are well.