I have to believe that everyone who visits Iona is a least open to experiencing God in some way. They come knowing that the island is a sacred place. They wander about with their feet a little off the ground, hoping, praying, anticipating that the ‘thin space’ will open up to them, that the veil between heaven and earth will be lifted for at least a moment. We are all there on common ground, which makes Iona a spiritually safe place. People smile (or not), say hello (or not); personal space is never invaded; self-consciousness doesn’t exist on the island.
Moving off-island and back into every day life is always a challenge, and on the plane today adjustment seems rather harsh. A few rows forward, two men and one woman talked the entire trip; their voices were loud and I got most of the bits of their conversation. I have to remember that they haven’t been to Iona, but that I have, and so I try not to judge them. I wanted them to quiet down and let me hear the hum of airplane silence. There I was, another opportunity to practice non reactive awareness.