Rocks for Jocks: Viking Edition
Fair Isle Chronicles
90 days in Norse paradise: a Highland saga.
Journey to the Edge of the World
Welcome to Fair Isle, Britain's most remote inhabited island: a landscape shaped by stonewalls and geology, where silence is the presence of time undisturbed. Population: 45 souls plus 8 noble hounds.
Skyelark's Highland Homecoming
Among them, our Aberdeen Scottish Terrier puppy Skyelark, born in Charleston, South Carolina 10 months ago on January 10th. She made the trek with us to Shetland to frolic on her ancestral highlands: a true warrior returning to her homeland.
Nature's Norse Symphony
With gale winds and waves constantly crashing along the jagged coastline, it creates its own kind of white noise: a soundtrack to the How To Disappear novel I always wanted to write. There is a fundamental frequency for these parts, and turning in is not dropping out but turning on to it.
FADE IN: The Incredible Lightness
FADE IN: BAM. The incredible lightness of being is present. Skyelark is bouncing on the silage, the wind is blowing strong, and the day is measured in length and width as this pasturing of the soul continues and this peaceful accord with the land and elements endures.
Stars, Not Scars
We are not savaged by cars and bars, just stars. No light pollution makes communion with the cosmos so pedestrian. We have to remind ourselves of the privilege we experience simply by being here and not over there somewhere else.
Where Soul Meets Stone
This place sticks to you. It can be felt in the chest. It nurtures our nature. Listening to your inner voice amid the noise of modern life can be difficult. This place makes it easy. Our 90 days here have evolved to satisfy our most basic yearnings. All that is missing is trees, those cosmic miracles called forests.
Somebody to Nobody
You have to be a somebody before you can be a nobody, and we are definitely egoless in this place and I for an Island. Check please.