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A Christmas walk on Findhorn Beach



Findhorn is a place I love, and a walk on the bay, past the eye to the beach has saved my life more times that I care to imagine.

Taking the same path often trod this Christmas I was touched by the commingling of our footfall. the footprints of those lovers of beauty.....the young, the old, the lonely, the depressed, the kite flyers, dog walkers, the lovers and the soul seekers.


A collage of impermanence. Every day the tide and wind returns all traces of our collective existence to absence.

For most of my life I wanted to leave my mark, but today no sooner has a impression been made than the empty ocean of silence washes it to absence.

How strange it sometimes seems that the peace and happiness I sought resides in no -thing 

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