god I love your blogs. I love your photos. I love reading about your thoughts.

You're one of my favorite computer friends.

for the record I would love to live someplace like that too.

can't wait for the set.

your photos are dreamy.

Oh wow, I wish I could have been where you were.

god, i wish i could see Ardnamurchan for myself. it looks so peaceful.

What a beautiful place. I've been to Scotland a couple of years ago and I was fascinated by that kind of scenary, so the pictures are enough to make me imagine it. I wasn't so lucky to visit the mountains themselves, I've been to the seaside. Seals are the most hilarious animals I've ever seen

I miss Scotland and Scottish people so much... Thanks for the pictures.

Misteur J.

I intended to respond to your last blog with a poem, sent to me once when I was paying too much attention to work and some of the material things in life that really do not matter a whole lot. Then all of a sudden you write an entry that cancels out the despair in the last one with such a natural flow it make me wonder how you do it.

I have copied the poem anyway as it is a beautiful piece of work and although you have probably seen it before it may be nice to read once more.

Mountain Dreamer's Poem

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.

I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking a fool for love,

for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are square in your moon.

I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,

if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed down from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving, to hide it, fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.

I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true yourself;

if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the moon in God’s presence.

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know, or how you came here.

I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.

I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in empty moments.

ORIA MOUNTAIN DREAMER, NATIVE AMERICAN ELDER

Beautiful pictures very calming

You do live in a magnificent corner of the world. I miss Scotland so much I can't plan any other travel since last year... All these peaceful and beautiful places... sure a good remedy to bad days.
You can't enjoy every minute of every day, but what matters is to be able to care about the happiness a book, some photographies, a wild and beautiful scenery can bring into your heart. And I don't doubt a second you are someone able to do that.
Thank you for blog entries and your peaceful photographies.

I love the photos, though would be tempted to fall over, sprain my ankle, and hope some Alan Rickman-type carried me back to my cottage.

Ahem. Damn period dramas and the unrealistic expectations they engender!

I'm glad that you feel more positive about things...hurrah!