The air held warmth but the breeze blew cold, autumn had somehow arrived. With it came heather clad rocks, as if over night the feet of a large giant had squashed and bruised the grass below and brambles, thick with dark seeping fruits hung ready for eating. One afternoon as myself and Bea pottered aroundContinue reading “To all that we possess: A practical guide for mind and heart”
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To all our callings
On Harris, I live in a world of two halves. One half holding the name, ‘a lot of people’ and the second half ‘hardly anyone’. They don’t mix, but I do struggle immensely to transition from one to another. For when I am in the half of ‘hardly anyone’ I never question who I am.Continue reading “To all our callings”
To all our highest mountains
‘Do you know why those yellow poles are there? They show you where the edge of the road is when there’s snow. Remember your not in the hills. These are mountains’. Its quite easy to forget that you live upon mountain. ‘What’s it like there?’ ‘Well its like living in the lakes only amplified’ IsContinue reading “To all our highest mountains”
To Grannie Island’s, Grannie Mainland’s and Grannie Annie’s.
I’ve never had a lot of money, but say I did, I wouldn’t have the foggiest idea as to what to do with it. So its probably just as well I haven’t. On many occasions I have looked into wishing wells and been astonished by the sheer number of one to two pound coins thrownContinue reading “To Grannie Island’s, Grannie Mainland’s and Grannie Annie’s.”
To treasure and those who find it
Before our move to Harris and before I had even met Chris I travelled down to London to stay with my old friend Tom. I had applied for a Fine art course and I travelled down to explore whether or not I wanted to be there. I did. It was an overflowing treasure trove ofContinue reading “To treasure and those who find it”
Head, hands and heart.
People say to me, quite frequently ‘You’ve got your hands full!’ and I think its such an odd phrase? Hand’s full. Don’t you? ‘Don’t do that you’ve already got your hands full’ or ‘Goodness you’re going to have your hands full!’ I understand their thought but their words are slightly off centre. I have noContinue reading “Head, hands and heart.”
To all the colours of the rainbow.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that the end of a rainbow is a hard thing to grasp hold of – but seeing one – that’s a different matter. My favourite time to go a walk here in Tarbert is very early on a Sunday morning. Bundling the children into the pram – still pyjamaContinue reading “To all the colours of the rainbow.”
To all our greatest adventures.
Just after Noah was born whilst still on mainland and Chris was at work I would venture out to the local supermarket. This was always a overwhelming task for me and once as I navigated the isle bound with shopping and double pram I was caught off guard. Someone simply asked me my name –Continue reading “To all our greatest adventures.”
To spring, the bravest of seasons.
At eleven pm in Tarbert the street lights turn off. This was quite new to me, and when chris mentioned it, I sat with my face pressed up against the glass, batted breath, waiting to see if the lights did in fact go out. They did. You may think that’s a little odd but thereContinue reading “To spring, the bravest of seasons.”
To those who walk behind us.
Like the Harris hills that quietly stand and let the wind pass over them, there have been books in my life that have stood humbly on my bookshelf and quietly changed who I am. I find great solace and comfort in words written solidly on a page, I always have done. There’s something very definiteContinue reading “To those who walk behind us.”
Island Wife Hebrides 