Do you trust your instincts?

I passed through this part of Scotland, Glencoe, the Highlands, last month on my West Highland Way trek.

In the shadow of mountains, the three/ five sisters and Etive, and it was my birthday, I made the promise to myself to return. To retreat here with pen and paper and see what materialises.

I’m here. And just being. Walking and filling my soul. And {BE}. I followed my instincts which was calling out for this space of nothingness.

For this soft place to land to tend my brokenness.

Thank you.