Photo Post: Good Friday Walk to Lindisfarne

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Once all the groups were assembled and the tide fully out, the only thing left was to peel off our shoes and socks and walk out across the flats towards the island. Cold saltwater, mud, and reflecting light from land and sea surrounded us. I'll never forget the gentle singing of our group as we made our way out across the sand. It was one of those holy convergences when time both stops, yet is quickly slipping by.

There is something of these moments you will never forget, yet at the same time you're conscious that you cannot hold onto the moment. Time keeps quickly passing and all we can do is stay awake to it and and snap a few photos.

This was one of those moments: the sea, the cross, the sunshine, the sound of singing, the new friends, the cold mud on tired feet, and the hope of a warm and joyous arrival. This thing I'd only envisioned in my mind's eye was now happening. And I have to say it was more poignant than I'd ever expected.

Lori and I carrying our cross

Lori and I carrying our cross

We made it to Lindisfarne! 

We made it to Lindisfarne! 

Now time to wash off that mud!

Now time to wash off that mud!

The view from Lindisfarne

The view from Lindisfarne