This place is called: "the hermits cell" altough probably there never was a hermit, it was just to collect the sheep. It is said to be a magical place and it did indeed feel like it.
When I was sitting inside that circle life just felt so perfect and so very beautiful, I did feel deeply grateful for having the opportunity to experience this. And then there was a wave of new ideas of possible projects.
Making handwritten en illuminated little booklets, study music, enjoy the cosmic connection which I can feel here, paint the colours I see with that. Create a house anywhere in this world with a joyful lighthearted energy, A house where people love to come, feel uplifted and leave inspired. Sing, sing, sing, study the prehistoric and celtic history of Scotland. The spiral and knot patterns. Enjoy the company of plants. Spend a longer time to really dive in this energy.... Listen to old trees. All this make me feel drunk with joy.
Life is a fabric of dreams, beautifully interwoven, connecting everything and everyone. I remember dreams from long ago and how they are woven in my day to day reality now.