The land is calling yet again…

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The land is calling, but this time the call comes from a specific place. It is heard from the Isle of Skye. My soul is picking up on the spaciousness of the land, strong wind bound in its roar crashing against the rocks watching over rough waters. The voice is beautiful, it is mixture of a whistle, whining and deep bass notes. It has a voice or rather vibration boom boom like a beating heart that reaches my awareness and pulls at my soul’s veil asking to join it in its half melody, half drumming. It is intoxicating.

It is soothing to me to know it is there, it exists and its heart is beating in unison with my own. Loving from a distance is familiar to me. Being separated by space, but nothing else is also known. I have loved from a distance many times over, with all my being, bones, cells, toes, hairs on my arms and senses. The love so big I was breathing for one reason only to keep it alive. That’s where grief also comes in when a love so strong continues to live within me after many years of eternal separation. I feel this is what I experience whenever I am away from the land. Love and deep sorrow of separation are in embrace. Time there though there is a knowing that I can answer the call and I can merge with the land, as it is there, calling, wailing in its windy voice and splashing waves onto my naked feet. I can smell heather, it is warm to the touch. It get tangled in my hair as I lay my head against the moisture of the earth. It is easy for me to become each and everything that land is – rocks, mountains, grass, animals, clouds, the sun and the moon. Words are simply not enough to describe the connection in the soul. It just is so…

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My first experience on the island POST 

Ode to the Land 

 
In my dreams you visit me like a deep soulful cry from within

You touch my senses as I sit in solitude in the forest

Water takes me straight to the expansive lochs of your bosom
You contain and penetrate the essence of me

I weep, I run, I stop, I listen to the call that links my soul to thee

My breathing holds its flow as I hear your name and suddenly I am transformed into the old Cailleagh walking the hills and mountains with deer by my side
The smell of pit, bog, pine and vibrant heather feels like blood in my veins, warm and homely

The air in you is essential to my survival

My feet are deeply rooted in your landscape and my heart beats with every changing season. I wish to walk it till the end of time, till it’s my time to have my bones scattered amidst your beauty

My Scottish Highlands trip 2016

My spiritual home gifted me with a few lessons of practical, personal, Earthly type of nature. My trip this year was a learning experience more than my usual spiritual one, but, oh so needed and so useful. 

We don’t always get what we want but we sure get what we need. This has been true for me again.

Feeling grateful and humbled. 

Enjoy the pictures. Places featured

Northern Scotland beaches

Highlands rivers 

Ben Nevis, near Fort William

Glencoe mountains

Lake Laggan and others (Mornach of the Glen film estate)

Caignorms National Park
   
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
 

2015 in pictures

This year has been rich in wonderful experiences, feeling an array of emotions, building and strengthening relationships and doing a lot of hard work psychologically, mentally and physically. I am grateful for every single day, very single experience the year brought me. I am grateful for the light growing stronger within me and for my integration and understanding of myself taking a new level.

I have seen, heard, felt and experienced things old and new, mysterious, majestic and glorious, soul ripping and damn painful. My spiritual inner compass settled nicely on my sharp awareness and deep knowing of what this is all about.

Here are some images I took and would like to share with you that showcase my experiences this year.

Much love & Blessings for the New Year!

RawPagan

Fairy Pools, Isle of Skye, Scotland
Isle of Skye, Fairy Pools
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Path towards my sacred woods, Middlesex, UK ‘Planes of consciousness’ I called this image

 

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Sacred circle – ritual healing work in nature
Gateway into Summer
Gateway into Summer
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Stonehenge 2015
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Mystical land of Skye – deep spiritual work here 2015
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Fairy Glen – Isle of Skye
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green juicing! The power of raw foods
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My soul brothers and sisters, my guides, my teacher and protectors. There is a strong Dryad spirit in me
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Snowdonia, Wales

and many more on raw food, Avebury circle, Totem animal deer, studying, cats, preserving, majesty of the forest, into the woods and fruits of the Earth

My wild place

Fairy Pools, Isle of Skye, Scotland

My heart can not hold itself in my chest when it tumbles with such ache and yearning for the wild place my soul calls home.

I can’t breathe, I can’t see clearly, the spirit wants to rip my chest open with a scream of joy and deep deep missing for the place.

Rugged, wild, untouched, unspoilt, pure, magical and stunningly beautiful like nowhere on Earth. There are not enough adjectives to describe what my soul is experiencing when I think of my wild place. I dream of it, I crave it, I cry hard every time I think of it. Tears are of the distance, separation and also joy of knowing it, feeling it deeply in every cell of my physical body as well as being the main accord of every emotion within my emotional body. I hope and wait for a reunion every year.

It is a place I want to live and die in. I want to climb the rocks, wonder through moors, luxuriate in the greenest grassy beds aromatic with heather and buttercups and swim in the land’s lochs pure, deep, cooling and renewing to my cells.

Loch Ness, Scotland

I dream the dream in the hope that one day my soul will reunite with the land it calls home.

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