TWO WEEKS In ........

Two weeks in and I sit here and reflect. Quite often when I journey somewhere my first thing is to get to know the land beneath my feet and all around me.

I felt it was imTwoportant for me to stay put on the Croft these last two weeks and it certainly seems that time is just a construct of my mind. When you don’t have anything to HAVE to do, you just be and open up to your surroundings, you let it settle into your bones.

I have been tending to the gardens, potting up trees, Tasting the freshness of all that is grown, smelling the soil that surrounds each growth. Feeling the dew under my feet (well it might actually be the water sodden peat that never seems to dry).

I ventured into the salty sea and the sensation of my body floating with the seaweed. I was shown a grove of beautiful trees growing in a special place between pink granite. The floor laden with moss and lichen. I thought I will sleep here one night and feel the roots beneath me and venture to the Otherworld. We also sent out on a small boat “Celine”, she held us and rocked and rolled with each swell of the sea. Seeing the shoreline from out there was majestic.

I ventured out to find a standing stone that is nearby and although I didn’t come across it this time, I am sure I will. I sat alongside the Loch and called in my ancestors, particularly my Grandad, Kenneth McLean (my Mon’s dad). I know I met him but didn’t have the chance to know him. So I ask “where is it on the Isle of Mull that our ancestors came from. Mull isn’t that big but I am not sure what part it was”?

Guide me where I need to be and let me know where my ancestors laid their feet and I realized I am in the Ross of Mull and I have been brought here and so I need to trust that here is where I need to be. Here is where my feet need to be. I don’t need to look elsewhere. Just accept this as the opening, the gift that has been given to me right now. I feel like I belong here, however I am not sure if it just a step in and a step out or if it is along term way of life.

The harshness is the gentleness and it is in my blood. It is the vastness and the openness and yet it feels very closed in from an Island perspective. - Recording while sitting along Loch Poit na h-I, Ross of Mull

So, on to more adventures and Knowings.

Much Love and Blessings

THE PATH OF REMEMBERING

WE are nothing without our memories.

Time ago, all across the lands we came, To hold, to seed, to love.

To stand with the legacy, the codes, the gifts of our Starry Origins We left our bones and our blood in the crevices of the Earth, As we danced together, forever returning, To hold, to seed, to love.

As the great floods of forgetting seeped in and the hologram was turned on, We saw not ... other than love.

We left messages in stories, in songs Carved in the circles of trees and stones We put our hands in the dirt, we buried our hearts for a time To hold, to seed, to love.

When the Soul remembers, Earth and Sky align.

The time is now.