i do like the island winters. got home and was soaked through in 30 seconds flat to grab a few photos of the dancing sea. no electricity, but no problem with the wood stove….
the darkness, and the divine lightness are both requisite to the powerful, and beautiful of who and what we are. stripped bare; the circuitous nature of life. from purity, back to purity… a thought, a seed, a life, a story, a reaping, a cleansing, a seed, a thought… a choice.