Deer rush down from the mountains of Harris and the broad swathes of moorland drawn by the fresh, new growth of grass to soar over fences. And so it is with us humans. Deep inside we run with the deer; we too feel the machair sap rising and in the rhythm of the tide, the moon, our own heart’s blood, we feel the pull of the new drawing us forwards, ever-expanding.
“Like the hooves of the deer, our feet are grounded in the here and now. And we too are listening. Looking.”
We burn off the old dry grass to make the way easier for wild grasses and flowers and the deer, the rabbits and all the wildlife now native to this land. The fire burns the past. Releases nutrients for the now.
Inspired by being one with nature’s timing, old, dry grasses giving way to young, succulent stems, moss clinging to ancient stones, the beauty of natural cycles overriding thoughts and all of it and everything fuelling human creativity:
A hydrangea cutting from last year decided to make Spring even more exciting by creating its first ever flower when nothing else bloomed in the garden. Brought indoors its single blossom came to be appreciated and admired all day long for weeks and weeks. Thanks to its beautiful influence this Spring I was drawn to …
Summer feels on the wane and it has been beautiful. Still the sun shines bright and warm and the clover keeps on blooming. Skylarks tumble and dive, collared doves coo to one another, the calves are frisking about and the lambs are getting big. Sunshiney days of relishing the warm breeze and the salt air, …
A little festive fun. Red winter berries seem more vibrant this year. Green leaves quiver in the wind. We walk amongst the spruce and pine, sighing with their creaky bough songs, listening to green needles tingle. There may be snow for Christmas. Candles bright in windows. The sky darkens quickly in the afternoon. Stars visit …
Inspiration: running with the deer
Deer rush down from the mountains of Harris and the broad swathes of moorland drawn by the fresh, new growth of grass to soar over fences. And so it is with us humans. Deep inside we run with the deer; we too feel the machair sap rising and in the rhythm of the tide, the moon, our own heart’s blood, we feel the pull of the new drawing us forwards, ever-expanding.
We burn off the old dry grass to make the way easier for wild grasses and flowers and the deer, the rabbits and all the wildlife now native to this land. The fire burns the past. Releases nutrients for the now.
Inspired by being one with nature’s timing, old, dry grasses giving way to young, succulent stems, moss clinging to ancient stones, the beauty of natural cycles overriding thoughts and all of it and everything fuelling human creativity:
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