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life journey

  
25 years on… 25 years ago, my  journey back north had begun. A renaissance, new lease of life, wth many dreams to fulfil, projects and ambitions that found deep & solid threads. 

For the first time, stepping stones appeared before my eyes. Each one would allow me to step forward.

25 years through the kaleidoscope, with their moments of pleasure, smiles, tears, fears and hopes.

  
25 years on, all but few dreams fulfilled. May the next 25 help me realise a few more.

Geopoetics in motion 

With Kenneth White in mind, he in Britanny and I, in Scotland, one could evoke a chassé croisé… As life wanderings take us on extraordinary journeys, only death can curtail. For it is the journey that matters (and not the destination.)

There are more adventures to be unveiled. So many archipelagos 🙂 

Cheers, Slainte, Santé! …Because I believe in life before death; and I trust my angels. 

  

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hamefarin

Last year, Scotland proudly celebrated “homecoming”calling all sons and daughters of Scotland’s decendants to  join in a nation’s festival of raison d’être.

This year is Shetland’s version, Hamefarin.


The most norherly edge of the realm has been toiling to host the archipelago’s festivities and Lerwick’s harbour has become a magnet where twangs in tongues flirt  with summer an simmerdim.

 shetland hamefarin

The world is anchoring in Shetland on each bollard. And on the eve of Johnsmas, this feeling of belonging to an island takes an extra dimension. The Auld Rock is well accustomed to welcome the wider world… This weekend marks our passage through summer and marquis have already been erected at Victoria Pier to give and share a taste of Shetland at a time traditionally asssociated with smiles and merriment. 
Only a few centuries back, the Dutch fishing fleet was assembling in Bressay Sound at the then start of the herring fishing… And as we reel back centuries further, hanseatic and Viking worlds also anchored in the bay of mud.
Today, yachts from both sides of the North Sea gather for the Bergen Race, as masts joust in the safety of the waterfront. Double, treble lines of sailing crafts animate many hearts.

 As night wanders in azure blue, Shetland celebrates life on Earth.



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