Category: Sacred Feminine

Silence is comforting to some. Comforts are dynamic and seldom relied upon when life is as volatile as the wind. Comforting as the silent breeze may be one moment, such quiet can bring fears and storms the next. Sound is a much better indicator of peace for a motherless child and what better way to fill the empty void of quiet than the melody
of a Celtic bagpipe.

The drone of a bagpipe, like no other sound, resonates within. It penetrates the
core of one’s being. The sound’s vibrations touch upon each fiber leaving the soul
humming and yearning for more.

Kirsti watched him sit alone upon the beach and stare at the water beating upon
the stony shore. She watched him each morning that he was home. What he was watching or looking for now became clear to her adolescent reasoning. His aloneness there upon the shore of The North Sea roared once he began to play his music across the expanse of time.

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