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:
Stomping our boots on the rocks to shake off the first snow flurries, taking too-quick breaths that burn and tickle our lungs making us laugh and love the way the clean, sharp frosty air makes our bodies feel tingly and zingy. Wrapped in warm and nurturing hand knitted loveliness our hearts are warm too on …
As we are all part of nature we feel the quickening in early Spring, a tingling of life force awakening inside us, a desire to rampage into newness. I wonder if like the sap in plant stems that is suddenly rising and full of vigour, we too have this response in our bodies. All things …
When you grow up in the Hebrides among your tough Harris Tweed-clad menfolk and the smell of wet tweed and feel of rough wool is as familiar to you as your own skin you have permission to mess with it. The ancient coming together of our island sheep wool in woven and knitted form is …
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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