On Holy Island

We have been here almost a week, at least I have (Mark).  Yesterday and today I am on my own, as Therese is back in Musselburgh doing her stint as school counsellor. The island has been very windy - I was almost blown over yesterday climbing up to the Heugh.  I lost a good cap in the wind there once, so now I stuff it in my pocket before reaching the top, where the wind yesterday was of storm proportions.

At the morning service every day until today were a couple who have been visiting the island for some years but came to the Centre service for the first time this week.   The man spoke of his Anglican background, resort to Buddhism and present affiliation with the Quakers.  Like so many, he became alienated from the traditional churches and is now trying to sort out his relationship to it.  We have had moving times of prayer with them each morning, sensing as always the spiritual presence of so many in the Centre, those who have met and prayed there down the years.

The island maintains its reputation as a 'thin place';  it is easy here to feel in contact with God and to feel led out in prayer.