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...

The dog and the author


This is an oil painting of a Skye Terrier named Bobby.  He lived as the companion of a police officer named John Grey whose beat was the Grassmarket between Greyfriars Church and Edinburgh Castle in Edinburgh, Scotland. In 1858, Bobby’s master, John Grey, died of tuberculosis and for fourteen years...

Presence


  Last night, in a tiny apartment in Haymarket outside of Edinburgh, Scotland I slept for 16 hours without waking or turning. My hands were in the same position. My body was in the same position as when I went to sleep a few seconds after going to bed at...

The Mathematician


My observation is that life and the planet seem to have a kind of perfect mathematics to them which reveal, to me, a God.  I no longer believe that the God is anything like what we write about or talk about or picture in stained glass just as I would...

Friendship


  Friendship is the molten core of the Gospel of John and is the molten core of our faith. Not worship.  Not service.  Not Advocacy of the poor in money or faith. Not church buildings.  Not organs or choirs. Not vestries or Bishop’s edicts. Not memos. Not feasts nor fasts. ...

Another Lord’s Prayer


God, you are The Supreme Existence. We, and all creation, are in you; and you are in us. “Father” is not who you are, as much as Cosmos, or perhaps, Supreme Lover of Souls. You exist in what we call “heaven” because we have no language which fits time outside...

Charles’ Lord’s Prayer


Matthew 6:9–13 (ESV) "Pray then like this: 'Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead...