nature diary

There’s been a shift in light and colour. The equinox looms with the promise of Spring. I think about how now is the time to notice the weathered and dried seed heads. They don’t feel as rough when I pinch them…

The sun spills warmth upon the earth and the air is quiet, other than birds pouring their bright verses into the breeze. The same breeze glides over the lochan, a calm lapping clashes with the light that hurls itself against the surface, shattering into silver fragments.

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.