I, the land
Now on Fair Isle, because of salt water, and clearings for sheep, there are no such things as trees on Fair Isle. The Life of wood, and how it shows growth death and rebirth, is just a soveneir. There is another kind of ecosystem here, and it works, a solitude but not lonlieness, and a general unwinding of the worlds we have known.
The only thing to stand guard between the solitude of me is two defient rocky mountains in the distance, as I look out of our kitchen window. Yet these rocks rock! Love it here. In all its stark spledor. I have had this saying: I haven't been everywhere, but it is on my list. Well, Fair Isle is North Of Everywhere.
I was asked today, "Who is the most important person I ever met?" I answered: "That mountain."
|Mosses number some 22,000 species and they inhabit nearly every ecosystem on earth and grow in places as diverse as the branch of an oak and the back of a beetle.|