The link for this was: Beauty/ Creation/ Nature as the answer. What do you remember?
I remember Iona.
I remember the beauty and wildness of the island but also the joy and peace and pleasure of being with Joe and with people who “get it”.
I remember the silence in the library when Joe and I were together working.
I remember the wind sloughing across the beach – “our” beach – and the big blue sky with white fluffy clouds.
I remember the pilgrimage around the island when I felt God’s presence walking with us, around places where Columba walked.
I remember when I was sure once more that my sins were cast far out to sea.
I remember when we danced as dry bones called into being and I heard God ask me to dance once more.
I remember the sense of history – a thread joining believers from all over and from time past, present and future.
I remember the huge, desolate spaces – yet not desolate because God was there. And the majesty and awesomeness of Staffa and the puffins. And the love and the joy.
And the dancing. How I remember that! How I remember that.
And the wind and the sea and the corncrake.
And the abbey, squat and strong. A fortress.
And I remember…and I remember…
And I remember Joe and the love of everyone.
And I remember the wind and the sea and the beauty of the hills.
And the glory of creation.