From this cliff edge we contemplate might of the Atlantic; the sheer blueness of our planet tangled in waves, spray and our awe… Those carved faces stand like vigils shaped in the rock of some ancient super volcano looking towards north Canada. Wow, it gives us wings and no nonsense in direction.
What’s so magic about islands is that we can walk from one edge to its opposite one without losing our sense of belonging. We can hug it like an old friend and feel happy to walk the shore.
I love to come on this headland. I feel at one with the wholeness of tides and stones.
And since I’m dreaming of summer, I now recall a past moment I spent with friends & guiding chums, as we made our way to the Light and back to the serenity of a auld Haa…
Magic island filled with treasures…
As daylight overrides darkness, I’ll swap my cap for another and share the bounties of this world with the rest of nomadic hearts, who seek a bit of kindness from this earth… My chosen home & each headland for a lifetime of adventures!