Walking in Scotland I felt the lightness of being without; without a working phone, without work, farm chores making meals, cleaning, in short, responsibility. Paul and I strolled along the River Ness at a pace that did not include the fast-walk. We stopped to pet dogs, chat with their owners. We watched the trees slowly…
Month: June 2025
Humanity
The snow is reluctantly receding: small dirty white piles, like silent reptiles, creeping back into the woods before finally disappearing. Outside it is a rainy Saturday. The temperature, in the high thirties, the rain cold and raw. I’m happy to be perched on a stool in our kitchen next to the wood stove. Bronte lays…