I remember driving through the glens as multiple tornadoes made their way”runs” and we, too, had to look down from the road to catch sight of them streaking past.
The all in Time week ten took me a bit over hour to read in darkness in my room in California but my sight is slowly dwindling as the night appear ling. Your thoughts, perusing notes with pictures warm fire glow remind me of being alone and yet you manage well with no cabin fever. Yes the loons Erie cry calls with notes from summers in Maine. You inspire me with the natural ways. Rocks warmth that hold heat and cook the bannock cake. Raisins you mention but what other ingredients? Are there cat tails in Scotland? Other plants with pollen flour? Did you ever try pouring water over hot rocks to make a sweat lodge i.e. steam-bath? I worked today being one with the soil. Weeding in a rose garden and planting daffodils for spring. Your side notes of preparation like shoes with space for extra layer of wool socks; gathering wood further away from camp leaving wood closer for emergency. The sound of cars a distance away but still to annoy. Silence is getting more difficult to find. No wonder people are losing their hearing. The RAF jet that passed after burners would fry me.
I have noticed a different tone in your writing. More poetic and insightful, encouraging. Caves and archaeological finds was delightful to see a branching out structure by another’s post. Yes, sub stack brings people together with creative closeness. Perhaps a poem that you wrote ? I now must get some sleep.
Next time you're over, I'd be happy to host a (modest!) Substackers of the Black Isle Gathering (SotBIG). (You being an honorary member, obviously.) Or maybe Substack Creatives of the Black Isle Gathering, making it SCotBIG?!
I remember driving through the glens as multiple tornadoes made their way”runs” and we, too, had to look down from the road to catch sight of them streaking past.
Really enjoying reading this series -- and that opening image is amazing -- the sky!
The all in Time week ten took me a bit over hour to read in darkness in my room in California but my sight is slowly dwindling as the night appear ling. Your thoughts, perusing notes with pictures warm fire glow remind me of being alone and yet you manage well with no cabin fever. Yes the loons Erie cry calls with notes from summers in Maine. You inspire me with the natural ways. Rocks warmth that hold heat and cook the bannock cake. Raisins you mention but what other ingredients? Are there cat tails in Scotland? Other plants with pollen flour? Did you ever try pouring water over hot rocks to make a sweat lodge i.e. steam-bath? I worked today being one with the soil. Weeding in a rose garden and planting daffodils for spring. Your side notes of preparation like shoes with space for extra layer of wool socks; gathering wood further away from camp leaving wood closer for emergency. The sound of cars a distance away but still to annoy. Silence is getting more difficult to find. No wonder people are losing their hearing. The RAF jet that passed after burners would fry me.
I have noticed a different tone in your writing. More poetic and insightful, encouraging. Caves and archaeological finds was delightful to see a branching out structure by another’s post. Yes, sub stack brings people together with creative closeness. Perhaps a poem that you wrote ? I now must get some sleep.
Next time you're over, I'd be happy to host a (modest!) Substackers of the Black Isle Gathering (SotBIG). (You being an honorary member, obviously.) Or maybe Substack Creatives of the Black Isle Gathering, making it SCotBIG?!