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:
When Faerie Magazine tweeted about the interview with INNER WILD last week, {what a magical experience that was!} it reminded me how shocked I was when I realised how many INNER WILD creations I’ve modelled over the years wearing fairy paraphernalia. And yes, even with an actual fairy! How have I accumulated so many pairs …
Short days, wild winds, stormy seas. The glory of winter darkness hibernation, wrapping ourselves in cosy woollens, swaddling our spirits in the gestation time, quietening our minds, listening with stillness to the sounds of nature. Here we are in the deep mid-Winter with arrows pointing back to Autumn and forwards to Spring in the eternal …
Nights of clear starry skies and watery transparency. Warm woollens and sparkling sequins, layers of silk and light-catching shimmering yarn. Winter this year has been a natural wonderland. Bright moonlit nights. Glittering snow, sparkling ice and translucent hail. We revel in the change of seasons, the contrast of dark and light, warmth and cold, the …
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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