Monthly Archives: December 2011

wishing well

To each&everyone,


Reader, 
dear friend, 

compagnon de voyage, you have walked with me through many paths, earth, heather, peat bogs, sand & marram grass – stood at the edge of sea lace, and shared in world foot prints.  As 2011 will soon belong to ice, let me wish you all the very best for the forthcoming year.  May each new day be engulfed with fair winds in your sails; may 2012 help you realise your dearest projects and wishes. 

looking South to Sumburgh Head

I love to walk the very top of my favourite hill on New Year’s Day. As you know already, the view is breathtaking, but it also helps me to enjoy a very special moment, which, in turn, will fuel my spirit for the twelve months ahead. 
Already some projects are now well under way. 2011 fulfilled some of my dearest wishes already – 2012 will continue to help them reach fruitfulness. And I wish you all the very same, happiness above all.

Happy New Year!
Bonne et heureuse année!
prost Neujahr!
ath bhliain faoi mhaise!

godt nyttår!

feliz ano novo!
szczęśliwego nowego roku
С Новым Годом!
bliadhna mhath ur!
gleðilegt nýtt ár!
feliz año nuevo!
mwaka mzuri / heri ya mwaka mpya!
unyaka omusha omuhle!

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high tide

right of passage


Come to Arcania at high tide. Each side of the sand bridge acts like oracle. Oracle to the side of our own wandering. This afternoon, I wished to return to the shore and took this path so familiar. From the top of the brae (hillside) I watched as silvery the horizon glowing in my eyes. My heart filled with salt water, as I realised the mighty ocean would not be granting such right of passage. Tide was at its highest. 

Rollers looked as that hue of jade-blue as the final days of December. Not many souls were in my sight. At least I thought at first. However, as I parked the motor, two other black vehicles flocked by the edge. Dog walkers. They too must have been mesmerised by the cloak of silver over the sand. So little patch of gold at our feet. Still a good hour till till dusk and I tossed my luck in pale blue sky to come as close as I could be from the edge of my world. The walk to this oceanic lace was littered with pebbles, shells, as well as a few signatures of humanity. Baltic air reached fingertips and still I advanced towards the very edge of flooded bridge. I felt the white lips of winter. I watched with awe the mighty power of each wave, roller, crashing and covering it with grace and anger. Already the island had been battered with so many hissing gales… This Nordic sky began to darken once again. 


High tide would deny us.  
Impressive, moving and so powerful in action. I will try again tomorrow.

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Etat d’esprit

frame of mind


in 
one
world,


in one song.


And now the storm has gone, let’s wander to the shore.

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in between silence and whistlers

Tongue of winter

I still remember beginning of Yuletide… The sky was kind to earth and folk. Our three felines, like clockwork mechanical toys, were sunbathing behind the glass of the kitchen and ate their saucer of tuna without raising an whisker… Rare moment of contemplation… We seized Yule light to pay homage to the many dwellers of the marsh, mire and loch. The island’s rich in winter wildlife. Geese of many kinds and origins adorn hillsides and fields. Golden Plovers, Redshanks, Moorhens, Purple Sandpipers, and other waders grace our sky. Seals, all year round pop their heads at the surface of water… Winter visitors have arrived too. In addition to Redwings, Fieldfares & other thrushes, Long-tailed ducks & Goldeneyes paddle around. 


I love wild geese. To my heart, they epitomise winter on this latitude. They’re scattered in small or large gaggles everywhere. Yesterday again (27 Dec) Greylags (as pictured here) mingled with Barnacles at Fleck. But light came to end so abruptly I even did not try to capture them through the lens. Another time 🙂

All was quiet till 24 December. Yule celebrated within the comfort of the hut, with candles and delights, as night covered the many homes on the island. Peaceful and joyous, it was later shared with friends till very late in the night.


December 25 December belonged to hurricane winds that wrapped homes day and night… Dancing tiles and incessant hissing gales always sound both impressive and terrifying, when the wind gusts at giddy speeds. Anyway, reprieve was felt yesterday and we seized the opportunity to check hut and garage for structural damage. So far, we resisted to the anger of winter… So we went out and spent the early afternoon at East Voe and Ninian’s Sands in search of shells and adventures. And this we did. Our love of the natural world includes the shore, and what better place  than an island? Among the few treasures brought home, I found a broken specimen of arctica islandica, which used to be on the menu of islanders in a non too distant past. Will have to submit my record to MarLIN… They might accept it.

Ninian at dusk looks so blue.

Hmmm, each day has its own adventures and I hear more whistlers may hit us again. Argh weel, so is the fate of the island. A day of light and silence from the sky remains a treasure, just like wood, rocks and shells. 

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Solstice

longest night


I never saw sunrise on Solstice Day. Not even chirping birds managed to disturb my slumber. On the first day away from bells & timetable, I just slept away happily.
I occupied my eyes and heart around the hut from mid-morning till dusk. Yule is a time when gift paper wraps up surprises to be shared and carve new smiles. In the garden, squalid showers and heavy rain obeyed winter sky’s metronome. Sunset begins early. By 1450 our world darkens. By 4 o’clock, the island has sunken in black. 

eerie world


Yuletide lights adorn the spruce Norway gifts us at Market Cross (as well as around a couple of other landmarks) in the town. They seem to defy the anger of the hissing gales, hail and malevolent spirits…Yet, on Solstice Night, all feels quiet. Maybe too quiet for the time of year. It’s just gone five. A good number of the shops on Da Street remain open late on Thursday nights and yet the town feels deserted. Its many dwellers have already made their way home. The bus shelters, filled with laughters, will soon be haunted with footprints at The Esplanade. 

The harbour looks serene. The Leirna’s left for one of her daily crossings through the Bressay Sound. The nearby pub, Thule, welcomes its daily intake of sailors & workers. Neon lights glow behind the blinds. Bar tenders will fill night with beer…
A few passers-by hurry to the light wherever it glows. 
The town’s main streets and arteries have now returned to Yule spirits, as they recovered freedom of the world.

The island prepares for the longest night.

Yuletide haiku & micropoetry fae 60N

Tic-toc –
origin of the universe
shelled deep inside dry seeds of time.

Nordic sunrise –
tone, tone, tone, tone, tone,
splash!

A high moon lights end of night,
winter feels like a humpback whale –
unpredictable to our eyes.

Lune d’hiver –
cet imprimé d’argent
dans les flocons de neige.

winter moon –
this silver print
inside snow flakes.

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Yule upon us

Time for reflection & celebration


Yule, upon us. Most of the day was devoted to reflect upon loved ones, far and wide, scattered around our world, as well as those who changed world and follow us from the sky. Since I have the silly habit of missing out postal deadlines, wishes have been flying around via the internet. So practical and easy to reach out in such a way. Trees remain treasures, time is precious and however wishes come to you, it comes from the heart.

Snow & ice have returned to the island. Days continue to shrink and this Arctic maritime air drifts everywhere. This morning, Peewit the cat hesitated to get his paws wet again, and walked on ice as if he would on eggs (!) The garden, once frozen in ice, attracted our regular squadron of starlings that have learnt to avoid our felines. 

We are getting accustomed to a pale sun on Sunday morning, so low in our Nordic sky. Soon, it will dip even lower. Yule, which coincides with the winter solstice , signals both the longest night in our northern hemisphere and a rite of passage for the gradual return of the sun. Yule light, so precious on our high latitude. Sunrises and sunsets will stagnate a little before precious seconds are regained. Meanwhile, the spirit of Yule has entered our home. Pine, holly, mistletoe adorn our walls & front door. More candles are lit on the chimney mantelpiece. The hearth glows on a daily basis and our larders are stocked for the festive season. 


Peace in our hearts, 


2011, a year of change & adventures


with a few highlights, a summer packed with a myriad of smiles, eyes, languages through The Tall Ships & visitors setting foot on the island; a flash visit to the home of Humblyband at Carbeth Guthrie, new eyes & pens through Serpentine Drama & Writers… And current creative projects in the making, including podcasting. Joining in talkwildlife.com has enabled joint showcasing of photographic portfolios as well as connecting with the natural world further and making new friends. (See 4 December entry below). Our profile page grows with grace.



My Nordic home feels peaceful, as night unravels serenity. No hissing gust or gale tonight. 

My wish to you,

thanking you for following, leaving feedback this blog and wishing you, each & everyone, a peaceful & joyous Yule, Christmas, Weihnachten, Navidad, Noël, Nollaig Shona Dhuit,  Yul, Natal, Nollaig chridheil huibh,

with all the very best for 2012.

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New Addition

talkwildlife.com,
Part of WILDLIFE WHISPERER, was only a matter of time as well as a natural progression, for all the time my pal & fellow nature lover, Paula, was talking about it so passionately in front of her laptop at Girlsta! 


Here, our joint Profile page, fresh from this evening, as snow engulfed our world! On this occasion, I included my other half in this adventure, as it is a formidable opportunity for him to showcase his work as an avid natural world lover & photographer.  


Already connected with two known fellow Wildlife Whisperers and making new friends.

With renewed thanks to Paula Moss & Michael J Wood 
for introducing us to this network.

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