She came to me bold, unbidden Took me by my heart and hand Her eyes glistening with mischief Inviting me to play and dance As I walked She swirled around me Her laughter tousling my hair As I sat Her joy jostled me from shackles of seriousness and despair She floated above the weight of history Massacres, monks, graves of kings She burrowed deep in Ancient Mystery The Song the banished sisters sing She flew with tern and splashed with otter Yet still took time to walk with me She came to me Lady Iona Spirit of Earth, Sky, and Sea.
A little something from the archives lauding the Beautiful Feminine Spirit of the Isle of Iona. I didn't learn of St. Columba's banishing of women and cows from the island until after my time there. He is quoted as declaring something to the effect of, "Where there is a cow, there is a woman, and where there is a woman, there is mischief." I couldn't help but find that amusing considering the powerful Feminine Presence of the Isle Herself, which cannot be banished. I am happy to report that Iona is once again happily populated by women and cows, and the refreshing winds of occasional mischief.
Lovely memory poem🥰
Silly Columba... as if mischief could possibly be banished. I imagine the terns and the otters chuckling and at the same time loving dear Columba. Iona is on our bucket list. Much love to you my dear Sister 💖🙏✨🌹