The eighth day


One wonders what God did on the eighth day. We know that God rested on the seventh day and called it “Holy” which we also know was a word God placed in scriptures very carefully, like placing a ticking bomb down on a table top.  Slowly.  Carefully.  Unsure if even...

pink on grey


There is something about sitting on the seaside which can be immensely healing.  The tide rolls in and then out in its dance of magnetism within the cosmos. One feels quite appropriately small.  And it is healing to feel small, since the permission to rest seems delivered alongside feeling small...

confessions of a panentheist


Reading Rachel Carson’s The Edge of The Sea it feels like a new kind of prayer book.  Especially while sitting on a rock, on a island, off the coast of Maine - it is a mystical experience.  It feels like a new church.  A new Bible. The Celtic church of...

Solitude


This is All Saints by the Sea, a small church in Maine which generously invites me to care for them in the summers.  It is an intelligent, kind congregation and their church sits on the rocky edge of Southport Island as does the rectory a ways down the seaside at...

God makes all things new


Over the years I am finding that the key to a haps life is gratitude for what one has before them. I am on an Island off the coast of Maine, caring for a small church and resting for a while before a big move to a new and happy...

The Pilgrimage within the Pilgrimage


A ten minute walk from the Saint Columba Hotel, where our little pilgrimage is staying next to the benedictine Abbey, is the Augustinian Nunnery (Convent) which are now in ruins after 1400 years.  This image of a square room with low, white benches on either side, is the remnants of...

A new pilgrimage: day four of Iona


This is the approach to the Island of Iona from the east with the little village off to the left and the 12th century Benedictine abbey to the right. This abbey replaced Columba’s which would have been round, made simply of stick and mud with thatched roofs. Today we are...

crumbs, crowns and mitres


Yesterday, I sat on a bench with a friend by the Sound of Iona and had tea with a scone as big as my head. It was too much for even me to eat and so as we sat in silence watching the water, I began to feed the birds...

Blessing by the Stag


The green of God’s life I bind unto myself this day. The blue of The Spirit’s waters I bind unto myself this day. The browns of Jesus’s earth I bind unto myself this day. May the green, green grasses, wet with rain, soften my feet. May the waters rushing down...

Pilgrimage- Day One – Iona


Pilgrimages are meant to be challenging. One is meant to fight, climb and scramble over and around barriers to be on a pilgrimage. There are some flat, lovely passages, but so often there are boulders and fallen trees which, so often, are the greatest gifts of a pilgrimage. Sometimes the...