After a particularly fantastic evening we returned to our little temporary home and to this…the most beautiful moonlit night. The young people told me my camera wouldn’t be up to the job but they were wrong. There were many nights such as this and I would hang out my bedroom window and wonder how I was ever going to leave. Do you know that when a heart breaks it doesn’t make a sound?
(From Ostaig, Isle of Skye. © S. Marian.)
Every Christmas and Birthday and so much more
I don’t know if you’ve found your ‘special place,’ the place you love more than any other. I found my place nearly 30 years ago while I was looking for something else. I lived there for a time and while my life wasn’t always perfect, my love never wavered. Through short, dark winter days, battering wind and bitter horizontal rain, I loved. I loved the light as it fell through trees, the clouds and their ever changing shadows across the land. The coastline facinated me with it’s crazy beauty; I loved the soaring mountains, sentinels to time and the engine of history. Each grassy hillock, gurgling burn and secret cave charmed me, the many faerie glens and even the winding single track roads were my pleasure - I was love drunk, blind with love and still am after all these years.
In my period of exile as I’ve at times thought of it, I wondered if I should ever return to my special place. Life and circumstance seemed to conspire to make this seem further out of reach with each passing year.
With this year of years came many changes, so many I hardly feel like the same person. Yet one thing remains, my abiding love of that place, the Isle of Skye. I am very happy to tell you that it’s not just me that’s changed, my circumstances have also. Consequently, I will be making a trip to Scotland this August for six weeks, four of which will be spent on Skye. I woke this morning with such an intense excitement I thought I was going to levitate from the sheer force of it. I am going home and I can’t wait.
Tonight as I post my usual array of Skye photos, they have added meaning for me. I will soon be seeing these sights; climbing the hills, watching the firey sun fall into the sea and the fog shroud the mountains. No doubt I will also be bitten by midges occasionally and drenched with unremitting rain but don’t imagine I will complain - I’ll be in heaven.
love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star…”
— e.e. cummings
From my son Seumas this morning.
You romantic devil.
A heart in the seafoam on Sanna beach, on the wild west coast - you’ve captured my heart! Happy Valentines Day Algy! ♥♡♥
"I hope that two people can grow together, side by side, and bring joy to each other, without one having to be crushed so that the other may stay strong. Perhaps maturing is also to let others be. To allow myself to what I am."
'Changing,' by Liv Ullmann
(For photo source, click here.)
Indian buffet today, three different vegetable curries, chai and carrot pudding to follow…..heaven. Throw away the oysters, it’s curry you need to woo her with.
Shooting Star, Sweden
photo via besttravelphotos
I like what this poem has to say about love, a love that seeks to influence, begs not to be forgotten, promising to live on even if it’s not returned. Not for the happy ending idealists but such simple beautiful language.
When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false of true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
~William Butler Yeats
It would be nice if one day these words didn’t need to be said anywhere, to anyone.