It has been a few days since I left my Beloved 
at the train station... days filled with packing and organising, cleaning and clearing out my old life - every trip back to the Arthouse another layer shed.
Now we're past halfway through this important Week Without My Soulmate (following our first, intense 14 months together), and I'm back snuggled into our wee rental bothy for the night. And today I've been on our land all by myself... for the first time.
It was strange and exciting, connecting as a solo person with the paths that Vincent and I just cut last week through the forest: it is beginning to take shape, to be more accessible - and visiting alone feels like a special treat; being able to fully soak in the details solely through my own, silent presence.
It felt more important than usual to document as much as I could! Everything seems valid to update about, though to most folks this all might just look like "some trees in autumn" 😋
However, I had this walk around our property that was immensely rich in detail and change; so very many things, aspects, colours, textures, elements called my attention - it was like being in a free sweety shop, and not knowing what to feast on first!
The treats here are natural and harmonising, of course (not a sugar rush brain rotting experience!), as the landscape opens and responds to our care of it.
The walkways we're opening already feel like established paths; I could (mostly!) easily meandre around the middle of the land, and can see some big sections that can be accessed now - a few corners that we are yet to put our feet upon...
A clay seam jumped out at me, as I walked up the far side of the land; I tested a small block to see how useful it might already be, and whilst assessing the size of the banking.. It almost could roll into a ball (I made a cube, instead) 😍 The ground, though damp, needs much more moisture, to make earth 'dough' sufficient to merit building a kiln.
Water us building up, nevertheless; the moss is springing up here and there in bright green plump cushions. And some of it will even drip dramatically, if squeezed.
The glorious rainbows of riotous leafy joy have now fallen to carpet the forest floor beautifully.
And some trees (the massive oak, a gorgeous hazelnut) have started to perk up significantly, since we cleared ivy or invasive trees from around them. It feels hugely meaningful to have a positive impact on bringing symbiotic harmony back into this place. Harvesting in Good Karma by our Right Actions! Seeing nature thrive more beautifully, as we co-create.
I was listening today to some podcasts around Natural Law, and sensing how disparate subjects (that previously might even have seemed unconnected) are now overlapping strongly.
The Truth is everywhere, and is starting to thrum through more of us, more.
The more that Vincent and I interact/interrelate/ inter-be with this landscape, the more it comes back to us, fully-formed, better. "We are already perfect", the land seems to resonate to us, "And we so look forward to being more-so, with you!"
It is very good to have this kind of enthusiastic response from our new tree and plant friends, from the elements and the spirits of the place: it is extremely full-fill-ing to sense our right place in all of this. To know our place is here, and we are welcome in it: we Belong.
How different to feel like this - so wholly Meant To Be Here, when society, systems and even close friends have ultimately rejected our essence. It is very affirming to feel Connected in this way with the place, through our active, creative, positive willingness...
Looking forward, humbly and enthusiastically, to our next update...
