A music of wind and waves we would never have known weaves her magic through delicate times. An invisible urge helps us connect at a deeper level, with ourselves, our fellow humans, all living creatures.
slowing down the earth can breathe again listen, listen
We’re climbing the trail where Winter still lives on the hillside. Snow laces between heather and grass, delightful in simple patterns. Every step brings a deeper awareness. An awareness of what matters most. Companionship, looking after one another, only ever taking what little is needed and giving plenty back. Walking here in the sun, it is love that anchors the way.
into the pure land an immeasurable light turning west
The early morning breeze is invigorating, the surf behind us roars. Eivor and Pearl shimmy between scattered seaweed, branches peeled from drifting trees. Seagulls are feasting on crabs, before the curlew get here.
the camera clicks a sea too wild for fishing winter memories
We walk on to a raised clearing in the forest where the light comes through. It is easy to see from here, how different trees relate to each other. The path of their voice flows through roots beneath our feet, through leafless branches. For anyone still enough to listen, a portal opens into this kinder world, this circle of giving and receiving.