And, it's almost packed and ready for me as I leave on the morrow for Scotland. I'll fly into Glasgow by way of Heathrow from Philly, starting in Wicomico Airport in Salisbury, MD.
Then I'll do "touristy" things to places sacred and profane in Glasgow and Edinburgh.
On the 24th I meet my group and travel from Glasgow to Oban where we'll spend the evening. On the morning of the 25th, we travel to the Isle of Iona by private coach and ferry to and then walk to the St. Columba Hotel.
This is just my cuppa tea: Start the day with prayer and breakfast. Tell me a story. Let me walk and think and pray, with a choice to be alone or with others.
I'll come back from my walk and get a wee bit of rest and refreshment. Off I go again to walk and pray and explore until supper.
Maybe there'll be some story sharing of the day and, if all is well, some raucous laughter. A little prayer in ecumenical community to end the day and then alone to my room to reflect and read and write and sleep, perchance to dream.
Besides, there are some distilleries there which are known to serve the finest spirits to ease the weary soul.
Being a bit of a tourist will be a way of re-entry from the sacred time of pilgrimage. And then it will be home-again-home-again-jiggidy-jig for me on June 4th.
I am simply longing for the time and the space to look inward and outward, upward and downward, forward and backward, in a place where millions of others have made the same journey.
Pray for me and I'll pray for you and, by God's grace, we'll get to Scotland together in spirit.
I will carry your heart in my heart.
(Yes, watch this space for reports of my journey.)