|The Abbey on Iona|
|A street on Iona in the village|
Dean and I walked up a road and soon found ourselves at the site of a 13th century nunnery. The ruins are now the site of a well-tended garden. We wandered around for a bit, standing in the chapel, walking through the corridors, and gazing at the gravestones. From the moment we stepped through the gate, I sensed a quiet peace resting there that made me want to tread lightly and pause respectfully, acknowledging the sacrifices and devotion of those who had lived and worshipped there.
|Me standing beside a cross that has stood there for 1200 years.|
Columba's Shrine is the small building joined to the abbey and mostly
hidden by the body of this cross
Though the history of the monks and sisters at Iona is not without war and power struggles, I was left with a sense that over time holy habits build holy places. My continuous, lived prayers invite God to dwell with me and inhabit this place I live. Over time, they also lay a foundation of peace, faith, hope, and love which undergirds everything I do and say and think. And hopefully, this foundation becomes broad enough to support others as well.
|Dean walking from the abbey to the village on Iona|
To be continued....