Our pilgrimage nears its end...

Before we leave York, there are two more things to ponder: Why do the York Minster stained glass windows feature Mary bottle-feeding Jesus? (It's a matter of propriety, of course!) And: Suppose you were a sculptor who had grown up in York (or environs), and you were tasked with carving a representation of Samson wrestling with the lion? How would you know what a lion looked like?!! (Easy - just sculpt a large, mean-looking sheep with big teeth!)



This morning found us once again schlepping our suitcases through the train station and on-and-off (only one!) the train as we began the final leg of our journey before making our way home. (It's hard to believe that tomorrow evening - low tide - we make our way back to Glasgow to fly home! Where has the time gone?!)







Destination: the Holy Isle of Lindisfarne (carefully checking tide schedules so that we could actually get here (by cab) across the causeway before it was underwater with the tides).



Ah, Lindisfarne! Whereas we began our pilgrimage in Iona's raw and rugged terrain, we are ending it in the gentleness of Iona: both sacred spaces, but different! Lindisfarne is trees and flowers and there is a soft tranquility about this place! Truly beautiful! St. Cuthbert's Island (where I baptized Erin in the North Sea), stone houses ablaze with flowers, the ruins of an old priory, a castle, an old stone church... I'm glad we have the full day tomorrow to allow the possibilities to unfold...









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