Autumn Colour

Sheep

No one else in sight at the north end this afternoon, except for the sheep.

Writing in Sand

Write your hurts in the sand;

Carve your blessings in stone.

May the winds of forgiveness erase the hurt,

But always remember what you have carved in stone.

(from a story about the sands of forgiveness by an unknown author)

Sunshine!

Watching from a hill on the moorland, I saw the whole island become bathed in light as the sun rose.

Windswept Isle

Windswept isle

tiny and remote

yet more alive

than any city

vibrant

with life

everchanging

renewing

engaging

challenging all

Rainbow Season

Yesterday in the back garden, a rainbow stretching from Iona Abbey to the shore of Mull.

Cowries

After searching for tiny cowrie shells for months, I now often spot them without trying to look for them...it's as if they just jump out at me with barely a glance.

"You have to have something to look for," says a wise friend who collects sea glass on the beach as she walks.