Pic: Crossing to Isle of Iona Waves crashing on black stone outcroppings, white beach sands, fields of sheep and highland cows, blue skies giving way to rain clouds, ancient Celtic stone crosses standing amidst ruins and a medieval Benedictine Abbey that as a whole reminds one of time’s passage. These are some of the outward impressions that strike me as I walk around the Isle of Iona along the eastern edge of the North Atlantic Ocean. I have made four pilgrimages here over t

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