This is the view this morning outside the kitchen window at my cottage-near-the-sea on the Isle of Skye, with a starling doing her best to get something from the branches above. Thanks to a stiff breeze and grey sky, I too am doing my best to be in solidarity with my friends and family along the U.S. eastern seaboard who are in high alert as Hurricane Irene vacations through.
If you just look at my travel itinerary, it’s hard to glean any silence, solitude or simplicity; Car to Logan Express: bus to Logan Airport: plane to Philadelphia (everyone trying to get of there before the storm): plane to Glasgow: bus from Glasgow Airport to Fort William (a small group of Japanese tourists talked the entire time, making me thankful that I don’t understand their language—What were they talking about?): rental car from Fort William to my cottage-by-the sea on Skye (I remembered how to drive on the other side of the road with the stick shift on the left).
There were simply no hitches along the way, and now I am here for two weeks of the 3S’s. At the moment I feel I have simplicity and solitude under enough control, so I’m going to concentrate on silence. Since I have no food in the house for lunch, I’ll start by walking down the little lane to the main road and to the nearby village of Broadford, listening for silence along the way.
If you just look at my travel itinerary, it’s hard to glean any silence, solitude or simplicity; Car to Logan Express: bus to Logan Airport: plane to Philadelphia (everyone trying to get of there before the storm): plane to Glasgow: bus from Glasgow Airport to Fort William (a small group of Japanese tourists talked the entire time, making me thankful that I don’t understand their language—What were they talking about?): rental car from Fort William to my cottage-by-the sea on Skye (I remembered how to drive on the other side of the road with the stick shift on the left).
There were simply no hitches along the way, and now I am here for two weeks of the 3S’s. At the moment I feel I have simplicity and solitude under enough control, so I’m going to concentrate on silence. Since I have no food in the house for lunch, I’ll start by walking down the little lane to the main road and to the nearby village of Broadford, listening for silence along the way.