Expectations

This was written after our first full day on Iona.  Somehow fittingly, it was a Sunday.  For those not in the Episcopal Church family, Fort Worth is a diocese which is working to re-order its life after a sizeable group split off.  I sat at Sunday breakfast with the Chancellor (read: lawyer) of the re-ordered diocese.  She is facing October court battles over who owns what church property.  This was not what I expected to find on a small, isolated island in Scotland.  

Today is a day

I did not do things

On the list.

After church and lunch,

A long nap was in order.

Now I think

A glass of wine before dinner.

The group

Grown to 40,

Hiked to the North End beach.

I slept instead.

Here I see well

Sea?  I hear well too.

This morning*s breakfast

Brought Fort Worth

To the table,

To the flow of things I imagined

Differently.

I knew it would not be quite

What I expected,

Even when I tried

To expect nothing.