Ah those waves can roll. Standing here, with the sand between my toes, I wonder. I wonder what it will be like to run along with the waves. The wind is cold and strong. I’m wearing a warm jacket. Sometimes, I remember how scared I used to be. Scared of the waves, scared of the wind. The outside world, which seemed normal to others, was new to me. There was a lot to take in. A lot to understand. A lot to trust.
We would like to dedicate this post to the victims of today’s attack outside Finsbury Park mosque (London) and their families and friends, to the peaceful actions of imam Mohammed Mahmoud who appealed for calm and to peace and understanding among all the people who share this amazing earth.
We wish everyone a blessed and peaceful week.
With love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx
Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.
Camera: Panasonic Lumix FZ200, settings: iA, 1/400 s and Landscape, 1/200 s.
It feels colder today and we wrap up warm for our walk to Lochan Uaine. The forest smells fresh after the rain and the few lone walkers we meet smile and nod at our companions. No one speaks. No one wants to interrupt the messages from the wind, the call of the falcon. A silver haired hiker bends down to stroke me behind my ears. I place my paw on his knee and look deep into his eyes. They well up with tears and I send love from my heart to his. He strokes me again and plants a kiss on top of my head. He and our companion look at each other and understand. With a smile and a wave he walks on to An Sidhean.
roots of the pines
reach out and connect
love flows freely
This winter the snows melt within a few days of falling. The slopes remain closed and empty ski-lifts rock silently in the wind. We see a few long faces in the glen. They came here to snow-board and fly down the mountain. The glen’s heart pours with music from tumbling burns. The sun’s rays dance in the rhythm of the mountain’s beat. We raise our gaze in gratitude, spread our arms wide and bathe in the joy.
nature gives freely
with unconditional love