Sleepwalking on Mull
I didn't spend a lot of time on Mull. We caught a late ferry and had to scoot to get to Iona. The weather was dreich (dreary). I am sure that impacted the way things felt there. Honestly, it felt like the world was sleepwalking on Mull. It's the closest I've ever come to feeling lonely. For me, loneliness is about disconnection from yourself, people, and your ancestors. It's forgetting that the rocks, land, sea, sky, trees, two legs, four legs, and winged people are your brothers. Loneliness is disconnecting from your spirituality. It's essentially sleepwalking. You're here, but you can't feel yourself within the matrix. Mull, like the rest of Scotland, feels vast. There is big sky. Big mountains dominate the view. Lochs, sea, and waterfalls gouge the landscape letting you...
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