Once again, this is my usual reminder that the tea room is closed until I wrap my revision work.
Of course, before I slip back into my writing cave, I have another wee glimpse of my world for you. Well, not exactly mine as the misty wood shown above is in Scotland.
More specifically, the Cairngorms.
Although, if I speak with my heart rather than cold hard facts, Scotland certainly feels like home to me.
I know Tarts feel the same.
So today’s musings are similar to my recent post with pictures of my fake heather. This time I’m offering fake Highland mist. I hope it, too, will bring a smile until the tea room reopens.
Don’t believe I can enjoy Highland mist in tropical Florida?
Well, I can and do.
All that’s required is a good dose of imagination as noted in my first Things That Amuse Me post.
Of course, Highland mist is very, very special.
A bit more than mere whimsy is needed to conjure it to these hot and humid climes. Such as rising early enough to be out and about when real mist makes an appearance..
This was just the other morning. I need to walk Em early in the day now to avoid the big heat. Everyone knows I’m a night owl and not fond of rising early. But (see above) there are advantages.
Sure, our walks are in Florida and not the Highlands.
Yet if you focus on the misty sky, this could be somewhere in Scotland. I do know that enjoying such soft mornings makes these early walks with Em a real treat.
Fake Highland mist can also be encountered much later in the day.
Except the evening version is not mist, but sun haze.
Even so, depending on where you are and how the lowering sun slants, this haze can be a pretty good substitute for real Highland mist.
As a lovely example, take a peek at the bougainvillaea Em and I pass on our way to the harbor each evening..
The wonderful thing about misty mornings and sun-hazed evenings (that give the impression of mist) is that such atmosphere allows fanciful minds to wander.
And that’s a good thing – especially for a writer on deadline or doing revisions, as I am currently.
The old Celts believed that mist is a sign of thin places.
Sacred places where the veil between the worlds is thinner than elsewhere. With such transparency between then and now, or here and there, it’s easy for a fanciful mind to open. Barriers fall away, thresholds appear, and the creative soul is free to embrace magic.
Most writers will tell you that whenever they might hit a wall in their work, getting up and away from their desk is often the best way to replenish creative energy.
If you’re able to get out and walk in mist, chances are you’ll tap into that energy much easier.
For myself, I also just plain enjoy misty mornings and sun-hazed evenings.
My writer’s fancy sees magical mist hovering above the bougainvillaea below. I can also imagine wood sprites in the twisty trees behind.
Look close, maybe you’ll see wonder, too..
Sure, I might be walking in Florida, heading down to the harbor as Em and I do every night. A vast ocean might stretch between our usual path and where my heart longs to be.
But in my mind, I’m there.
Make-believe Highland mist allows my characters and setting to slip just a wee bit closer. That helps the ink flow when I return to my desk. Which is where I need to be now. There’s a fire-breathing Revisions Dragon pacing the cave, roaring my name.
I’ll reopen the tea room as soon as I’m finished with revisions. Till then, be well, be happy, and may all your walks be magical.
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