This place has done its work on me. Isolation cleansed my being and brought me into the vital now. These rust brown hills and crags of bright pink and silver grey, their slow voices can now be heard.
In the core of me I felt her whispering, drawing me to her shore. That fathomless presence, her crashing or gently lapping waves shall no longer wash over my soul. How many days have I sat so close to that wild, untamed sea, perched upon a cold, slick black rock, biting wind, rain like needles, salt sea spray in my nostrils.
Here in this place that feels like the edge of the world, I have heard the call of the elements, been caressed and cajoled by the wind and the rain, urging me to acknowledge each moment alive with their touch. I have stood upon a cliff top, below white horses leaped and danced, with arms outstretched I reached for the sky and cried “I see you, I feel you”. Humbled, I surrendered and made contact with the spirits of this place.
In solitude I died, and in these mountains and rocky shores, was born again. For six years these pathways and hills of rusty bracken have supported my frozen, mud caked feet, This land, this island, this father, this mother, this place that birthed me and nurtured me, I shall be leaving soon.
In those early years, how I cursed these rocks and rain soaked hills, yet now I cry tears of sorrow at the thought of leaving this rugged and beautiful place. Truly, I love this land and what it has given me. Freedom, truth, life.
My heart aches at the thought of no longer feeling this moist earth between my bare toes, or breathing in the crystal cold air, but I must go, now is the time to walk upon fresh soil and along new pathways. Now is the time to leave this pristine land, but here, there shall be a piece of my heart buried within these hills and shores. I am and will forever be in loving gratitude for this place that bore me through the pain and joy of becoming.
Patiently the spirits of this land waited for me to surrender and with an open heart, acknowledge the gift of this life.
This island has done it’s work, within me it lives, for in truth, I am it’s reflection.