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:
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 …
“And a bird overhead sang Follow,And a bird to the right sang Here;And the arch of the leaves was hollow,And the meaning of May was clear.”~Algernon Charles Swinburne~ The dawn chorus of robin and song thrush, blackbird and wren. The sweet scent of gorse on the breeze. The clear blue of wild bluebells and a …
Smitten by hand knitted and EPP {English Paper Piecing} patchwork. Slow-stitching pretty fabrics together by hand, hand knitting squares and rectangles in favourite yarns and connecting them with feature stitches, making all kinds of garments and homewares in flourishes of treasured patchwork pieces. Making patchwork by hand is a satisfying long term project with all …
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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