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.
