I don’t think I’ve been to Holy Island in that particular slice of Spring before. There seems to be a week just towards the beginning of May where the bracken is still slender and shy and there are bluebells all over the Island. And so many foals and lambs, I wonder what they’re all going to eat through the year.
It was also a wonderful group. Small but perfectly formed. There’s all sorts of growing pains in the Island – natural in any community that is coming up to its 4th birthday – but it’s still the most conducive place I’ve ever encountered for learning meditation. Safe, harmless and nurturing.