We're Fine

We're all saddened by the news of the Glasgow attacks, but we are now far from there, and we're all fine.

Atlantic Bridge

This bridge was the first bridge to span any part of the Atlantic. It reaches from Argylle to the tiny slate quarrying isle of Seil.

Brigadoon

Wandering through the abandoned village of Kilmory Oib lets me step back in time, entering a magical world of wildflowers and holy wells.

Temple Wood

This is the little stone circle at the heart of the sacred landscape of the Kilmartin Valley, which is one of my favourite places on the planet.

Off to Bonny Scotland!

The celtic cross in Inverary marks the start of our journey.

With Thanks

As I think back over the experiences of the past few weeks, I do so with a sense of profound gratitude. To live in a day and age where this sort of travel is possible is a great privilege, one I do not take lightly. And to be able to travel in the company of interesting, enthusiastic friends who share our passion for labyrinths is quite amazing. I honour the connections that are made and strengthened as walk our varied paths....

A special thanks to Lisa Moriarty who shared her photographs with me, some of which I used here. I am a dreamer, not a photographer, at heart. While others have the ability to use a camera capture their connections with time and place, I struggle. My best memories are, perhaps, more energetic than visual. So I am especially grateful for those who have both the eye for a good photograph and the presence of mind to press the shutter!

I have gone back through my earlier posts and added appropriate pictures, so even if you read them as they were posted, you might want to go back now to see the images.

A slideshow of our Paris experiences can be seen here: SpringtimeInParis

I will continue my blogging on my regular site, though it has been sadly neglected of late. The link to that site is www.ariadnesthread.wordpress.com. Our travel dates are posted there, and I will do my best to keep in touch through this blog while we are on the road.


In closing I want to share a last image of what might have been one of my best labyrinth walks of this trip. There was a very organic, labyrinth-like pathway on the beach at Folhammer. The path spiralled around in a marvelously fun free-form way, but eventually lead to the goal. Now, we can say all we like about a classical or medieval labyrinth representing the journey of life, but this wibbly-wobbly path was certainly more representative of MY life!

Blessings!

Kimberly

On Returning Home...

I've always believed that journeys have three parts, the departure and all that leads up to it, the journey itself, and the return, where all that has been seen, experienced, and learned is integrated into one's "normal" life and routine.

Lisa Moriarty accompanied us on this return, spending one last day with us before making her own return. We shared shellfish, wine, aquavit, and laughter, reliving memories of this trip and planning for future travels. But more personal and significant for me, was a bit of time spent out in our garden, listening for a labyrinth.

Hearing its whispers, Lisa took a bit of rope from the rope labyrinth kit that Lea Goode-Harris made for us last year, and helped me make a little labyrinth just opposite the badger gate. It sits under the watchful eye of our little Tiki god (named Bob because he reminds us of Sideshow Bob when his head is properly planted). We have now placed the two chairs we got as a wedding present in the little opening in the trees that you can see just at the back of the picture. Voila! a labyrinth garden to welcome us home.