I was surprised by how hard it was to leave Iona. This place gets in my heart, and it touches my soul. It changes me. I know I shall return.
There's a rhythm here that puts one in a right way.
The rhythm of daily morning and evening worship.
The rhythm of the tides. Of the sea.
The rhythm of lives who intersect for just a short time, but are profound in ways yet to be felt completely.
But now it was time to depart and travel on.
Travel to the Isle of Skye takes three ferries, and a drive across two islands. It took most of the day.
I love to ride ferries.
The third ferry deposited us on the Isle of Skye. Heading north to Portree, amazing vistas came into view.
It was obvious this was to be a ginormous adventure.
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