The world wide web becomes a personal web of our own making, connecting us to each other in ways that count, both large and small. Even when I start to feel overwhelmed by the speed at which the world seems to move these days, I enjoy the community that is mine at the touch of a button, the stroke of a key. My world is a better place for my connecting to my social media friends, and I am a happier person because of their presence in my life.
Fourteen years ago, I walked onto the airplane that brought me to England. I had sold my home, quit my jobs, and hugged my children “Ode to Old Boots”
We are homeward bound! Carrying memories, stories, and experiences in our packs, we are beginning to make our way in from the islands, back along familiar “Seventeenth Ferry”
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!”
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”
Passing by the Old Man of Hoy on our way to the Orkneys, I marveled again at the beauty and diversity of this land. Our “Neolithic Neighbours”