Notes from the North Sea - Findhorn 2017

And there I became free again to inhabit the prose which made its way into the world through my fingers. The peace here cloaks my heart yet forbids me nothing.

Here, something lingers….ready to ignite alchemy should the desire in me burn bright. In this place there is access; an eco-portal to ancient knowledge lost in the west by way of the great forgetting. So this day and the next, I will ask for patience as I bow to the invitation where land meets sea and the ocean air asks more of me than I can possibly give.