A few photos, with items I’ve written in my journal over the past few days in Iona, Scotland.
“Does the road wind uphill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night my friend.”
“Welcome, O Life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.”
“Approach the secret places of (your) soul, and there be attentive to the ‘inner teaching’ that God has placed within (you) regarding your essential goodness, and what (you) should do.”
John Philip Newell, A Celtic Spirituality
“You cannot travel the path until you have become the path.”
“I need to know
how the water can be so blue
the sand so white, and
how the sky can be so infinite.
about the sense that this life
into water, sand, sky
I must know more of this!
To be held
To be still