Here at the Edge

Kirn morning

The dance of renewal, the dance that made the world, was always danced here at the edge of things, on the brink, on the foggy coast.

~ Ursula K Le Guin

Journeys are strange things. Not just beginnings and endings but off-shoots and diversions, and often, so very often, looping and returning, over and over, loop and return, patterns of ending and beginning in a way that is not linear at all.

Holy Loch point of view

2 thoughts on “Here at the Edge”

  1. I’m glad to see your love of the limenal is as strong as ever. Do you get to the mainland often? Thank you, as always, for making me notice, explore and compare. It’s just occurred to me how many of the journeys I made in mountainous, coastal Greece required spiralling and looping to get from A to B – unless I went by boat – and how often I have to do the same in Scotland. No doubt it informed my journey metaphors which have always had a sense of of the cyclical and the seasonal, of spiralling evolution and of time being stretched around inner and outer landscapes.

    1. This trip to Dunoon was the first time I’d been back to the mainland since we came in October. I don’t know yet how often I’ll be down… depends on lots of things. When I first moved to Dunoon from Edinburgh it was the start of a long and deep journey on all sorts of levels and I was very aware of that when I was down there. I know this post was a little oblique but there are some things it’s not so easy to say, only hint at.

      Interesting how many parallels you see between island life up here and Greece – I guess there’s a thing about how geography limits and forges and creates the life that unfolds in a place.

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