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 frosty mornings. We feel fine.
Winter and we are loving the change of colours from browns and greens and greys to white, white, white, black – and yes, greys – with bursts of berry red. All is quiet and blanketed in frozen water; ice and snow smooth our way.
Tonight there will be a bright fire burning red in the hearth, we will smile and sip coffee and maybe some mulled red wine and then there might be dancing or knitting, singing or storytelling – who knows what good times are on their way for all of us, including you?
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 …
Hello Autumn you beautiful harvest season of misty mornings, long nights and mellow fruitfulness. We surrender to crisp leaves crackling underfoot, the zing of cold air sharp in our lungs and the soothing, cosseting bliss of wrapping ourselves in layers upon layers of natural, hand knitted wool, silk, cashmere, alpaca . . .
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 …
Winter: frosty mornings and feeling fine
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 frosty mornings. We feel fine.
Winter and we are loving the change of colours from browns and greens and greys to white, white, white, black – and yes, greys – with bursts of berry red. All is quiet and blanketed in frozen water; ice and snow smooth our way.
Tonight there will be a bright fire burning red in the hearth, we will smile and sip coffee and maybe some mulled red wine and then there might be dancing or knitting, singing or storytelling – who knows what good times are on their way for all of us, including you?
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