I watch the sunrise through the window. The house is full of winter illness and everything seems too far away to grasp. The sky begins to stir, not in haste, but with the quiet certainty of something ancient. What time is it?
Coastal air is calling. I step through the dunes at Findhorn, the grasses are waving gently in the soft and light air. The sound waves from the ocean now reach me with their full force. This is a place I want to be at this very moment.
I reluctantly take my body outside, walking fast, heart thumping. It is warm and the sun glows down strongly. To the river today, it’s been a while…
Elusive sunshine welcomed September, and with it came a well-disguised chill and the early signs of autumn. I have fondness for Autumn, as the season of the great collapse, when organic matter embarks on its journey back to the earth..