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Friday, May 31, 2019


It is cold and rainy this last full day on Iona.
Not too much different than three
out of the last
five days
but somehow more – what?



Ah, no. Insulting. 

That's what it is.

I mean, wouldn’t you think that the Isle would be
a wee better host
by offering up a beautiful day
on our last full day here?

Not just for me, of course, but for us all.
The whole group.
We are Americans, after all,
used to getting
what we paid for.

It’s just rude, is all.

That's what it is.

Do you suppose
thinking like a
and not like a

Ah, guilty as charged.

Perhaps I have
inadvertently stumbled
onto a Great Truth
which all Pilgrims
eventually come to know:

The Thinnest of Thin Places
is not always to be found
on a day filled
with beautiful sunshine
sparkling on turquoise water
and white sand.

Sometimes, it is a wet,
kinda day,
alone with only your
own thoughts and prayers
sitting by the window
watching the sheep graze.

Iona, Scotland 5/31/19


1 comment:

VK said...

Ho! thank you