We travelled North, up through the mountains which make up the rugged heart of Highland Scotland. The further we travelled the smaller we felt, until we were tiny specks of life in the midst of stone hills.
Then spring burst through, and the birch trees on the lower slopes glistened with drops of green. Fresh leaves for the new season were shimmering in the sun, barely covering the branches. The landscape seemed to be breathing itself back into life. The spring greening of the glens had begun.
Beneath an impossibly blue sky, green was returning to the land of the high mountains. We were witnessing something far bigger than our own tiny lives, and it was breathing life back into my own winter tired bones.
Connecting to natures rhythms can reconnect us to the deep core of our selves. These huge mountain landscapes, and their raw elemental power can draw us back into our senses, and into life itself. We can see the true nature of life as we make our way through the stillness and mystery of the high mountains.