Staffa
Thursday: Fingal’s cave on the island of Staffa. Mendelssohn’s Hebrides Overture so perfectly captures the visual power and resonance of the landscape. Resonance found again in the abbey in the drone of a multi voiced hum below a soaring lilt, resonance, on the wind, a lone bagpipe calling across the hill.
Wednesday:Our journey began as a fistful of threads crushed compactly into a ball bound by schedules. Iona has encouraged the ball to breathe, find her topography and let the prevailing winds tease the threads apart so that each personal journey winds its own path, a stone rolling in the tide, defining the landscape. The private exploration is profound and the communication has shown us how we are repeatedly linked, crossroad and knot. Serendipity abounds. I am here. Our wings hold air as we blend our stories to create new colours and patterns. Vicki
