the White Stone - Page 105

the White Stone
page 105
Now we have pushed off into the ocean and the usual rules don’t apply any more.
Its really a bit scary. Holding tight to the oars we set out from the shore, through the
breakers and beyond. Into the unknown. Over the depths. Like Callum Cille of Iona,
the great Saint of Celtic Christianity, who left Ireland in a wood and canvas boat, a
coracle, in trust and faith that the Lord would guide him and his companions safely
on. The white martyrdom.
This bit of writing came to me in the night. I put down without any editing. It
reminds me of St Columba’s secret island, Hinba. No one really knows where Hinba
is. Its much considered and debated. Hinba is more like a mythical island. The place
where Saints and Warriors go in dreams and death. Here follows the text:


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