Hello friends,
Today I’m writing and romanticising life from the enchanting Isle of Skye. My deepest loves are on this island and it never fails to leave an impression on me. I’ve written today’s letter as a summons to my weary soul and to all fellow fae spirits. Sorry for the lack of letters recently, life got hectic and I’d rather write true than quick. I feel grateful for this moment of peace to type for a few hours and unfold my soul…
Island dawn. Heady scents ride the sultry air: the camphor of crushed bog myrtle, limbs resinous with suncream. Amber light quests under your skin, teasing the hidden parts you from their secret embrace.
When weariness gnaws your bones, slink towards a deep, quiet night. To evenings perfumed with seal song and whisky. To daylight disturbed only by the cuckoo’s song. Dream by a peaceful shore, where the tide hushes piping oystercatchers and your soul to sleep.
Come alive. Lay your head on a crown of flowers, on buttercups cho buidhe ri buidheagan — yellow as the sun. Hear what the blackbird and bluebells have to say. There isn’t one blue or one green, but every blue and every green, interchangeable as sea reflecting sky. Beetles scuttle across your hand, you chase moths through jade blades of grass, give your blood to the tiniest vampires on this isle.
Come back. Skin broken, blood spilled. Tread the sìth path that threads its emerald with the silver of the burn through the hazel grove to the sea. Come back to this cradle of living creatures, this amaranthine world that awaits your embrace.
Listen to whispers glide off the sea:
Appear, swathed in nightfall
Cloaked in silken hair and skin
Pray to the wave of a moonless night
Let the ebony tides rush in.
Thank you for reading. I’d love to know how summer (or winter!) is in your part of the world. It’s a season where I bloom and wilt at the same time, but I know I’ll be leaving the “misty isle” filled with midsummer enchantment.
Kate xx