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THE SOURCE
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[ skye solitude ]
For as long as I can remember, I’ve sought solitude in the remote edges of north west Scotland and the islands. A croft. A cabin. A place to dip out of the noise and recharge. Childhood memories of visiting my grandparents in Ardnamurchan are no doubt embedded deep in my nervous system. My great grandfather came from Ardnamurchan. My great grandmother from Skye. No wonder I feel such a pull to this land. The landscape. The wild weather. Single track roads, sheep having a wee
Apr 152 min read
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Following my catastrophic burnout, there was an immense grief. Something I was not prepared for. A grief for saying goodbye to a 25 year career, and all the colleagues, clients and some friends that I had made along the way. I lost them all. I noticed that when you are ill, after a while people don’t know what to say to you anymore, especially when the difference of who you were, to who you are now is so starkly different. People stop contacting you. I mean, what do you say t
May 7, 20242 min read
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