Sand Patterns

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Twice every day the water of the sea runs her fingers through the sand, leaving tell-tale patterns. These repeating patterns display in clear sight some of the hidden energies within the water. Everything the water touches is changed in some small way by the interaction, but often we can’t see or don’t notice.

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On this stretch of sand the sweet fresh water of a stream carves a channel into the sand each day. It’s pattern and shape reveal the flow of the energy running from the land into the salty waves. Twice in the day it’s pattern is lost, washed away into the body of the sea, unneeded as the ocean licks the stream bed in the rocks above the tideline. Yet it’s shape persists as the moon driven tides surge and fall in their own steady patterns.

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Here the firmly held shape of sandstone rocks merges into the shifting free grains of sand, with no clear edge. The energy of the waves rubs gently but persistently at the rocks edges. The green seaweed holds onto water for a while, after the rain falls or the tide drops. Slowly the water is released, leaving trailing patterns running from the rock into the soft sand. Every drop merging back into the body of the ocean.

Just like the water, we leave patterns and trails around us as we move through the world. Sometimes we have repeating patterns which flow from us over and over. Patterns of action, emotion and thought, filling the spaces around us. These patterns in turn touch and effect everything they come into contact with. They flow into the lives and worlds of others, sometimes unnoticed, unseen, unrecognised, and yet powerful.

All of us have an effect on the world and those in it, even when we say or do nothing. Silence makes its own patterns and soothing shapes. Stopping for a while to see if we can notice any of the clues around us can in itself re-shape the patterns around us. I always feel a little different when I have slowed down and taken the time to look at what might be unfolding around me. Mindfulness brings me into a deeper recognition and connection with life itself.

You can see more photographs of patterns at the Weekly Photo Challenge.

And more photos of beaches at Ailsa’s Where’s My Backpack Challenge.

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The Golden Hare

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Listen closely and you’ll hear the song of the Golden Hare,
Pouring on moonbeams down mountain paths,
Dripping in golden drops across dawn.
The mountains mysteries are birthed in its notes,
As natures wildness pulses through the veil,
Tumbling carelessly down into the soft Glens.

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Tuesdays Edinburgh – Victoria Street to The Grassmarket

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For this weeks taste we are firmly back in Edinburgh’s Old Town, having a close look at the old highrise buildings around the Grassmarket. Castle Rock broods watchfully over this broad paved area, which was the site of the main cattle and horse market from 1477 till 1911, and one of the city’s public gallows. There are lots of tales of the many infamous hangings which took place here over the years.

It was always one of the poorer areas of town, and was dominated (still is) by rows of public houses. People lived cheek by jowl in cramped apartments, without modern plumbing, and they would throw their waste out of the windows into the streets below, to the cry of ‘gardyloo’.  The phrase is the Scottish rendering of the French ‘Garde a l’eau’, ‘watch out for the water’. It’s claimed that this is where the word loo comes from.

This phrase was still heard ringing around the streets of the old town as late as the 1930’s, as many old homes still had no indoor toilet. I can only imagine the smell….you can still see old iron hoops on the walls of some buildings, which were used in earlier times to tie pigs to overnight. The pigs were the earliest form of rubbish disposal in the city.

The Bow Well was the first well head installed in Edinburgh’s old town in 1674, bringing fresh clean water to the people. Its drinking fountain bears Edinburgh’s coat of arms, a beautiful maiden and the unicorn she alone can tame, either side of the castle. The Latin motto of the city, ‘NISI DOMINUS FRUSTRA’, translates as ‘Without God everything fails’.

Thankfully this area of town is now more upmarket, and its pedestrianized heart is home to lots of nice places to eat, and drink. The air smells fresh, and you will be pleased to know that the plumbing has been brought up to date.

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Door of Shadows

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Would you walk through the door of gold, into the world of shadows.
Would you walk if you knew that treasure gleamed
Beckoning you forwards.
You can leave behind any thing, everything.
Bring only what you can carry.
Tomorrow is a new dawn,
And you will return with untold gold,
If your heart is filled with courage and you are worthy.

Peep through some other doorways at the DPWeekly Challenge – Doors.

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Rising Above

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Some days, when the world feels noisy and cramped, its good to climb up out of the city and into the fresh clear air of the hills above. Follow me up the steep slopes of Arthur’s Seat, rising from the foot of the Royal Mile and the Scottish Parliament, and we can look down from on high, to the crowded streets and jumbled spires of Edinburgh.

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As we walk deeper into the hills the green space begins to work its magic, softening our breath and filling us with a sense of peace. The warmth of the sun releases the scent of coconut from the golden yellow gorse, freshening the bright air. And the sounds of the city streets fall away into the distance below, replaced with the sweet soothing notes of birdsong.

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Above us the recumbent lion keeps watch over his domain, luring the crowds up his steep mane, but we will follow a less crowded track through the heather and rocks, until the castle perched on her rock peeps into view.

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Climbing higher and higher it’s as though we have risen into the clouds themselves, as they drift in ever shifting shapes across the sky. Dramatic bursts of sunlight and shadow sweep across the landscape, pulling us into the ever-changing moment. The wind tugs insistently at our hair as it blows over the slopes and into the clouds above, forgetting the world far below.

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High above the world, we plant our feet firmly on the ancient lava flow which once moved as a white-hot river down these slopes. Now gently eroding at a snail’s pace in the wind and frost.

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Gazing down from above we can see the pattern of the city streets, tumbling away from castle rock, the enduring heart of Edinburgh, and we can let the space of the hills seep between our thoughts and worries as we rise above it all for a little while.

You can visit more posts on the theme of above at the Weekly Photo Challenge.

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Shipwrecked Heart

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We stumbled on the broken deck of a ship, cast far up on the sand and rocks. It was broken and smashed and yet still held its shape. Rusted iron hoops clung to the remnants of ropes long since rendered useless, and I swear that I saw the last traces of wet foot prints vanishing from the wood as I watched.

A message of love scratched into the stones, spoke of love broken but not smashed by distance and time. Abandoned and lost among the rocks, it still gleamed red and vibrant. We looked out across the waves, but no one came, and the wind whistled as it always has, across the ocean of time. We were alone among the debris of life, tossed up on some forgotten shore.

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Tuesdays Edinburgh – Hanover Street

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This week we are venturing over into the Georgian New Town of Edinburgh. These photos are all taken on the first block of Hanover Street as we walk away from Princes Street. In contrast to Edinburgh’s Old Town, the New Town was one of the first planned city centres, and it is laid out on a geometric grid. The streets are wide and the buildings all in perfect proportion. Compared to the higgelty piggelty squeeze of the old city centre, this new part of town was elegant and spacious, and for the first time people with money could live with a bit of distance between themselves and the squalid poor.

This first block of Hanover Street became part of the heart of the merchant driven wealth of Edinburgh, and Merchants Hall is a beautiful building, decorated with seahorses to reflect wealth from the oceans waves. It has been home to The Edinburgh Merchant Company since the Nineteenth Century, with its motto ‘Terraque Marique’, ‘By land and by Sea’.

Hanover Street is also home to The Royal Society of Edinburgh, which has been Scotland’s academy of science and letters since 1783. It represents the broadest selection of disciplines of all of the Royal Societies in the UK, founded in the midst of the intellectual fever of the Scottish Enlightenment, and by bringing together leading thinkers in many fields it published ground breaking works. During the 19th Century it produced many scientists whose ideas laid the foundations for many of todays sciences.

I always find it incredible that so many brilliant thinkers were all working and researching here in Scotland. The roots of much of what we call science today were birthed in these historic Edinburgh buildings, and the societies they housed. Taking the time to stop and notice these places reveals many interesting facts which could so easily be rushed past and missed on the way to the consumer driven attractions of Edinburghs shops.

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Cultured Reflections

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Culture swirls in layers around us, and we catch sight of it from the corners of our eyes.

What we’ve been exposed to in our younger years seeps into our creative unconscious, and little threads of culture are woven into our unique take on life.

This vintage display speaks to my love of the past, and to days when time ticked more slowly, and textures and sounds were savored. The clothes are beautifully tailored, works of art in themselves, and all crafted with incredible attention to detail.

Music is available to us at the tips of our fingers, but nothing can compare to the sound of live music, pouring from the strings of an instrument sharing air with you in the here and now. That’s my take on culture. Click the link to see lots more.

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Persephone’s Heart

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Buried deep within the core of each one of us, is our capacity to love.

We need to use that capacity first on our relationship with ourself.

Then like Persephone we can move safely through the places of light and the places of darkness in our lives. Reaching out into relationship with others from our strong and loving core.

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Wool Trail

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We leave trails behind us as we walk through the world, but we often don’t realise. Tiny hints and clues reveal our path to those who know how to look.

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