Outer Hebrides
Passage, footfall thread of connection. A recording of earth’s elements braided with time. Patterns tracing the surface of land, the rhythm of tides, the interchange of wind, the soft veiled truths at dawn. Stillness littered with sea kelp, the weight of gneiss, evening call of the short eared owl.
yield to instinct, and not knowing, to the understanding we are held in deep time.
Standing stones of Callanish are not fixed, they are the procession. Forever circling and spiraling in the mist. A headland jutting into Loch Roag.
yield to instinct, and not knowing, to the understanding we are held in deep time.
Standing stones of Callanish are not fixed, they are the procession. Forever circling and spiraling in the mist. A headland jutting into Loch Roag.
Who are you before earth had eyes covered in blooms of lichen
