Wandering the streets of Appledore, Devon, England
No one told me leaving Iona would require rehab. Seriously...the past few days have been all kinds of chaos in my head and heart. I think I might need to go on retreat to sort things out. Oh, the irony...
My time on Iona has run out. I started writing this on Boxing Day…but it got away from me as so many other blog posts have. I believe this will be the first of many reflections. December 29th was the end of my Iona experience...
I came up with this title rather flippantly on the ferry ride from Iona to Fionnphort this past Saturday. A group of us were leaving for our week-long holidays and as I reached into my pocket for gloves, the £10 note I'd just put in there (for easy access) flew out with the wind...