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Just a thought! If we want to avoid victims, if we refuse to become victims ourselves, we must first stop being perpetrators. As human beings, we have an extraordinary power: we create. We create respect, tolerance, equality, and peace; these are ours to wield, and we don’t need aggression to do so because we’re already…
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Orkney has always been a land of omens, where the wind whispers truths few dare to listen to. It is a place where tides do not simply rise and fall, they call and pull, dragging the past from its shallow graves and placing it at your feet. But a sage will learn the art of…
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The year began as though I were thrown into the heart of a mythic storm. Like a ship tossed in a wild, unknowable sea, I drifted rudderless, battered, and worn, feeling I could sink at any time. The winds howled fears that gnawed at my sanity as the waves crashed with the weight of loss.…
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Two months now, I’ve been back on these windswept Orkney Islands, with hail clattering against the windows and snow whispering its icy secrets into the night. The days have been long and strange, filled with waiting. I’m still somewhat camping, a nomad between hearths, as I anticipate the day I’ll receive the keys to my…
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As if faith itself has been orchestrating it all along, the paths converge, and you find yourself standing among those who share an unspoken understanding, as if by some cosmic design. The faces around you bear that quiet, knowing look, eyes as deep as the sea, hands reaching as if they could draw the ocean…
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It’s funny since I’ve returned; you’ve crossed my path a few times, and every time, it feels like a size-magic shock runs through me. Like there’s something more at play, something otherworldly. The silence between us, it silences new experiences we could share as if fate itself is holding its breath, waiting for a word…
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It’s been two weeks since I found myself back on the Orkney Islands and the land, in its quiet, untamed way, has begun to speak to me again. The winds, the waves, they seem to carry insight into the journey I’ve been on, not just across seas, but through the inner wilds of my own mind. Coming…
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Just a few days ago, I set foot again on the Orkney Islands, and this time, something feels different. There’s a lightness in simply going with the flow, a new rhythm that I’ve come to trust as I learn to live with this new version of myself, the one who smiles again, who dances quietly…
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I left Orkney at the end of July. My heart was heavy, weighed down by the land and the ties I’d made. Yet, as if the island itself was reluctant to release me, something strange happened. As I stood at the ferry terminal, something weird happened my booking, without warning, was cancelled and rebooked for…
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 