There’s a quiet moment, sitting on my favourite rock, taking in the early morning light. Hues of pink and orange dust the landscape and the moon still lingers in the sky. The air smells of pine and eucalyptus, and even the dogs seem to know it’s not quite time to stir. It’s in that hush that I think, I feel, here we are… Starting again, again.

A while ago, a friend described a feeling. Of what it’s like to be physically present while the rest of you strays untethered.

Leaving Arran, if only for a few hours, resets your perspective. Travelling back on a ferry full of eager tourists, you realise how lucky you are to call this place home. From mystery whales and birds that dive-bomb the sea, to seals on the shore and seaweed on the sand…they are the wildlife.

It's been a little over a month since I arrived on this precious island, and already it feels so far away from my inland life. 

A world away in distance, but the winding rivers that led me to this place are still at the heart of everything. 

“Ultimately, it's love. You know? Like, on a very basic level, it's love of others, love of yourself, love of nature, love of the world and your family.”

I believe the way to achieve what we want and what this earth needs to deliriously and delusionaly go after what we want. Tell ourselves a story of what could be. Then create it. Then share it.