CORAL HULL: MACKENZIE KNIGHT: ENCHANTMENT
IONA DREAM: WHITE FLOWERS & COLOURED STONES

I desperately needed to immerse myself in beauty and purity. I was struggling inside to express who I really was. I looked to nature for this cleansing. I looked to the white flowers on Iona.

The baby pink and white flowers delicately powdered with golden pollen against a baby blue late afternoon sky that was edging into a gentle mauve against the backdrop of the ocean.

I got completely lost in those flowers for a time. They were expressing something that was screaming out inside me.

Later I expressed myself amongst the coloured stones of an isolated beach. I spent several joyous hours becoming lost amongst the stones, until only beauty and colour filled my senses.

I needed the purity of beautiful things. I wanted to be alone on this island and to let the wind send me to sleep.

I wanted to dream of white flowers that trailed into dusk like a bridal viel and of coloured stones smashed by eons of waves. I wanted to dream, in the company of the island's cows, of the blowing sand through the grasses and of birds. | |

This website is part of my personal testimony and has been guided by The Holy Spirit and written in Jesus' name. |