A beautiful melody of your heart brushes against a shore
As I stand in trance-like state amidst the symphony that is your waters
Silvery shimmer like a thread connected to my inside
I spill my musings into a flow of the sacred grey depth
Loch Tay is a dream that is continuous
Without interruption it comes to my imaginings again and again
The deep calm waters touch into my unconscious like a life’s mystery never to be discovered
But what an ecstasy it is to wonder
To gaze upon the expansive body that takes me places of indescribable power, beauty and spirit
What would it feel like if I had you? Who would I be amidst your wild beauty?
A beast brave and strong
A delicate flower smelling like heaven
Or myself, just as I was born into the skin of this earth
How would we be together?
Standing close face to face or look upon each other from a distance seeing the brightest stars reflected in one another
In winter’s harshness would I revel in your majesty as much as in the greenness of your summers
Will I pray for the blessing that is you, that is the mighty spirit, the mother and father of my soul that had craved your embrace for all eternity?
Whatever way we might be together it will be glory and authentic knowing that the heart within my chest beats the same beat as your humming earthly core
What if I just flow…
With the wind in the wildest place
With water soft as silk the colour of silver
With green pine needles fragrant with essence
What if I become it…
The place where love is the only religion
That breathes deep nature spirit for eternity
All is well the land whispers into my soul spreading her seasons around me
Go well in my soothing presence and know your belonging in the deepest roots of all creation
Oh how I just want to go and not return
As I would be home at last and forever
This separation seems more and more pointless like waiting for nothing and everything
It is right there. I can feel the land’s beating heart within my own
Yet like chains otherness holds me and it feels like a rope round my neck yet necessary, almost pretending to be a gift
Love is a strange thing. The strangest
It pulls and pushes and one never really knows how to be with it as often there is no reason or explanation. It just is…
Its powerful curse of surrender though can either make you or break you but what’s the worse is not having ever felt it or being fulfilled by it
Damn you, I say in one breath and in another I take in the soul of my child smiling at me
I am walking away one day and another I am asked to stay by warm presence of another
Land or man, wild or contained, soulful or dutiful it is all entwined in the existence of today
I closed my eyes in my sleep earlier today and saw a cottage with Gaelic words above the door. I was speaking the words as if I knew the tongue naturally, but I struggled to make meaning. There was two versions of the wording, I remember that clearly. Walking into the cottage and crouching down due to a low entrance ceiling I was carrying an old water pale. It felt calming, like home, like where I want to be. So clear a vision, a dream
It is Munro climbing season in Scotland and these folk, who shared these stunning images, are out and about loving winter just as much as I do.
The Land of Spirit at its finest!
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