On a recent trip to Iona, I walked down to Columba’s bay and walked one of the labyrinths laid down in the close-cropped grass at the edge of the rocky shore. An old poem was on my mind, and here it is, along with some video footage I made.

I post it slightly uncomfortably, because the words of the poem were written a long time ago, using words that I would probably not use now.

But they are still ‘true’ I think. At least they are for me. I hope they are for you too.