Here amongst the splendor of Notre Dame in the heart of Paris, we left our worries on the altar so that we could take our places in the colourful procession of pilgrims who have made similar journeys over the centuries.
We began, as pilgrims often do, at the Tour St Jacques, aligning our footsteps with the ancient path and the hearts and souls/soles of those who have made the journey before us.
We can’t live without it, so therefore fresh water is holy to humans wherever and whenever they have lived. The wells that supply water to “Holy Wells on Colourful Colonsay”
The tiny island of Oronsay is at the heart of our pilgrimage this week as it has been for other pilgrims over the centuries. A “Pilgrimage to Oronsay”
We’re not heading home just yet…. our tour is over but we have an extra week out in the islands, part pilgrimage and part research “On to Islay”
The final stage of any pilgrimage is the Return, when we say goodbye to our fellow travelers and head back to our homes and communities, “Haste ye back!”
We came off Orkney this morning, back to the mainland, heading towards a busier world. But before I leave the islands behind I want to “Orkney Reflections”
If you ever feel like you need a lift, make your way to the Italian Chapel on Lamb Holm, Orkney. This marvelous little chapel was “Art and Heart”
Orkney reaches comfortably across the ages; neolithic stone circles co-exist with iron-age ruins and modern farms. People who come to see the ancient monuments are “Orkney Overlays”
Dailiness delights me. Dailiness is the way we shape our lives and cultures with little acts that we carry out on a daily basis so “Dailiness”