Pilgrimage to Iona: Another Large Day in Skye


Another beautiful day on the Isle of Skye. 

First a walk to a beautiful hidden treasure, the Fairy Glen. Praying the mid morning Office, Terce, as we began our hike, we were reminded:

Having asked for direction and guidance, we pray now to equip ourselves properly for the journey ahead.
  


Hiking in this place of conical hills with grass cascading in folds down the sides amongst sheep, I happened upon three labyrinths.   One was perched on a hillside, and it’s the first labyrinth I’ve walked that made me dizzy while walking.  
 
 
On down the road to Dunvegan for another trek called the Two Churches walk. The hike started at the ruins of St. Mary’s Church (so many churches in ruins I’ve seen have been called St. Mary’s that it’s food for reflection for this rector of a chuch called St. Mary’s on how to keep our parish lively). 
 
We hiked up and down hills, 
through bogs, 
along paths with the last wildflowers of the season, 
  
under cathedrals of pines, 
 
and ended up at a second church.  

Then into town to a lovely cafe for soup and the best scones of the trip. A rabbit trail of conversations with the two women who worked at Blas Cafe concluded with a chat about my daughter and her second cookbook. A proud mother across continents!

Pilgrimage to Iona: A Large Day in Skye

Three ferries later, and a lot of driving on single lane roads, in and out of lay bys for oncoming cars and lorries, we were on the Isle of Skye. 

I was unprepared for the extraordinary landscapes. This may be the most beautiful place on earth. 

My friend and I, missing the daily rhythm of worship at the Abbey, decided to use the new book of Episcopal worship, Daily Prayer for all Seasons, at moments throughout the day. Truth be told, the views of creation we are seeing could not be experienced without stopping to praise God. It is all too big. We are in yet another thin place. 
Prayers at noon day were said while hiking the Quairang. As God would have it, the hymn appointed for that service was For the Beauty of the Earth.  How could we keep from singing?

 

Pilgrimage to Iona: And on to Skye

Up before the sun this morning packing for a road trip to Isle of Skye. A final breakfast at our perfect hotel before catching the first of three ferries today. 

Yesterday was full of sunshine, and we hiked to what may be the most beautiful beach in the world on the north end of Iona. 
Doing last things–last walk around the Abbey to see my favorite places, a final stop at the Iona Community shop for a present for my brother, a stop on a bench for an ice cream cone (the second best in the world). 

Worship in the Abbey last evening was a healing service. I had a list of those I am especially carrying in my heart to offer, one by one, to God’s healing presence. 
On the wall of the alcove leading to the cloisters are these words:  

May it be so.