I lost my heart in the Highlands
This is where Something Luminous started.
Not with a plan, but with a pause.
No reception. No deadlines.
Just the quiet rhythm of rain against the window
and hills that seemed to breathe.
Our home in the wilderness.
For a few days, the world went silent —
and in that silence, I found myself again.
“There are mountains that are more to me than men,
There are rivers that are more to me than love,
There’s a rock where my soul takes cover.
Wild winds on a maddened world have driven,
Lifted me up to the bare hills above,
Scotland my Lover. ”
It’s as if the peace of mind I’ve found here
has just been waiting for me.
Hidden in the wind.
In the slow dance of light on the loch.
In the pages of the poetry I brought with me.
(And in the ones I started writing again.)
Everything here looks like a giant watercolor painting.
Colors repeating themselves in gentle brushstrokes.
Browns and greens and heather purples
folding into one another,
like the land is telling one long, soft story.
This place reminded me what beauty feels like
when it’s unbothered by time.
What life feels like when it’s not curated,
but simply lived.
There’s more to tell — so you might want to come back for Part II.
But some things might also leave to the wind.
