Dùthchas: Ancestral ripples

Two ducks were foraging on the loch this equinox. Quietly resting, paddling below the surface. Their reflection could be seen all along the shoreline as the sun rose, and yet, when they poked their beaks below the tide to find food, a ripple rang out from their bodies along the length of the loch, and washed up on shore. They were only two. They were barely moving, and yet circles marked their presence.

A ripple is a common metaphor for how a small act can have gradually larger impacts. We see this all the time today in politics and war: a single sentence having devastating consequences for whole communities and nations. The 2010 eruption of Eyjafjallajökull caused air travel to cease in the UK, 1200 miles away, due to the volcanic ash and sulfur dioxide. Smoke from British Columbia's 2023 forest fires rippled out to Toronto, 3000 miles away. And waves can also have more personal, ancestral reverberations over generations and time.

My seanmhair use to say that the dreams we have of a familiar place, a familiar house, the same [unknown] people or event were not made up dreams at all, but the memories of ancestors passed down. That is, when I was dreaming, I was reliving the memories of my ancestors (although not understanding that this is what I was experiencing.) A great, great, great grandmother of my own was passing along support, life knowledge and instincts to survive in even the most basic of human interactions. I was the beneficiary of all those years of loving and learning.

 Today, with epigenetics, we find that this is true. Trauma that has occurred seven generations before is passed along through DNA cells to warn descendants of danger, or to allow them the innate understanding of love and belonging to a place. That is what the ripples from these two ducks teach us. The ducks, like our ancestors, may not be with us on the shore, but they are still connecting with us through the waves of time. Be watchful, and thankful, of those that have passed before you - they have honoured you with their gifts of understanding. And know that, when you go, the memories you contain, from this land, carry on in the continuum of time.

Dùthchas: Deep breathing to regain your wind energy

 

 As I write this, there is a gèile shaking my windows at about 65mph, definately over the national speed limit. In Orkney, where there is more of a Viking Norrœna lineage, they would say, 'it's blowing a hoolie.'

Gales are common in the Western Isles, and will usually cancel ferries and last for two to three days at a time. At least one trampoline can be seen rolling across the A857, unless it's bin day. Yet within this common Hebridean experience lies a lesson as well: breathe.

The Gèile is a long distance runner, it has to pace itself, draw breath, inhale energy to continue. If you listen carefully, every other minute there is a calming of the wind. As if it is pausing to consume more air; breathing in; hesitating before huffing it. It's a very human experience; a connection we can all make to our elemental selves. 

The ebb and flow of the wind is not unlike our other island element - the sea. Standing at the seashore, the waves roll in, breathe out. Then, they retreat, breathe in. Out and in. Out and in. In steady, consistent, giant waves - the lungs of the world - on display within the element from which we all evolve.

Singers use breath to fill a room with the sound of the song, puirt à beul. It is the source of vigour. We can use this wind. Stress and anxiety, at work or at school, can be slowed simply by breathing. Breathing slowing in through the nose, collecting new oxygen energy, and out through the mouth, 'releasing the bad', liberating the stress. I always envision Michael Clark's portrayal of John Coffey in the Green Mile (1999) here. With one great breath he expels all of the evil, all of the bad feelings and sickness of the world from his body and he is fine. Pure energy in, and powerful waves out.

In and out. In and out. In and out. In this way, we are breathing with the Earth. Pausing to inhale when we need energy -

and finding our 'second wind' to keep our power moving.  Be like the gèile: breathe. 

Dùthchas: Stone markers of desecration

    

There is something about rock foundations and mountains that transcend our lives. For millenia, Eastern temples have been built in mountains; people climb mountains to find wisdom, the answers to Life's questions. Mountain pathways are the source of pilgrimage for walkers around the World; drovers walked their holloways for centuries; and they are a visual representation of the original foundation from which all life flows, something indestructible. 

Witnessing something that has survived seismic shifts, wars, migration, flood and famine is to behold a solid part of the world. Holding on to something still, something steadfast feels safe. That is something very rare in 2025 as I write this. I think that is why so many visitors to the Outer Hebrides and Scotland stop at stone ruins, take photos, and reflect.

There is a stone croft house just down the road from my own. Not a cyclist or walker passes without a photo. It overlooks Loch Erisort on the Isle of Lewis - decaying corrugated iron roof, partially caved in, and a tree sprouting through the chimney. Visitors find such ruins aesthetic, an artistic expression of the land. But for us, they are reminders of violence, starvation and death. The stone markers of a family who once lived and loved in the village, now gone because of poverty. Those houses are the graveyards of families who were torn from their homes to make way for sheep. The household ruins depict lives lost. These photos are bones across the landscape of the Hebrides, a reminder of the desecration of colonisation.

And yet, still, the stone remains - our Earth's origins; witness to our genesis.

Dùthchas: Branches, Sheep & Keeping Gifts Safe

 

Dùthchas celebrates and describes our deep Hebridean connection to the land where we grow through work and play. The rolling crofts and rocky, heather hills where I live are family - to learn from, love and care for. A natural part of love is also protection. 

It's February here in Lewis, and despite the re-appearing sun, the tree branches have sealed their leaves and flowers in tight. Unlike the daffodil, known for its 'courage' to risk a second snow, or an icy death if it emerges too soon, a tree's roots run deep. It knows it must trust, be certain of the Spring before it can chance its delicate flowers, its raw gifts with the world. And so, for now, all it displays is a hard, outer shell. Its budding flowers and soft leaves remain reserved inside until it can trust they can be shared and grow, flourish without harm or damage from wintery weather.

It is the same for the hens on the croft that do not lay eggs during the month of January, for their bodies instinctively know that their young cannot survive in a hostile environment. Even the sheep do not give birth until late in March here, the lambs developing a thick coat quickly.

As humans, we need to take heed of Winter's lessons too: the most delicate, precious parts of yourself are not for everyone; they should only be shared with those few you trust. Healthy growth begins in a warm and welcoming environment, in safety. Yes, we need a resilient bark to survive a greedy world, but the parts of us that are sacred, our hopes, our happiness, our intimate dreams, should be protected until we know the weather will nurture and care for them. This is the Hebridean reserve. These small leaves of ourselves are the gifts we pass on. Like the Willow here on the croft: wait to trust. Wait for the Sun before sharing. Protect the colourful parts you most believe in as a human being; this way, when you do open yourself to a world you trust, you are sure to thrive.

Dùthchas: the Three Veg Sisters

 

[painting: Moses Ludham]

Dùthchas: the Three Veg Sisters 

In this entry of Dùthchas: Learning from the Land, I draw from the lessons of the Anishinaabe, and 'The Three Sisters', in Canada where I was visiting over Hogmanay. Winter is a time when I am planning, or dreaming about, my garden for the Spring: thinking of better weather, which seeds to order, and where to plant which vegetables for an Autumn harvest.

This is something we have all been doing a lot more of recently since the Pandemic, and with fluctuating global food security. In Canada, the three traditional vegetables used to sustain life are known as, 'The Three Sisters'. They are: Corn, Squash, and Beans - all full of both proteins and carbohydrates for energy and survival.

Corn, Squash and Beans are known as 'sisters' because, grown together, they enjoy a healthy, symbiotic relationship - each supporting and nurturing the other with their unique gifts. Corn, for example, grows tall and straight, providing a pole or support structure for Beans to twist around and wind up to the sun. Beans, while growing, replace nutrients into the soil and roots for the Corn; and Squash (or sometimes Pumpkin) uses its broad leaves to provide a living mulch for the other two, preventing the growth of weeds, and sustaining the moisture in the soil to keep the three safe. 

Individually, it would be difficult for any one of the sisters to live alone. Together, they combine their gifts to survive and thrive. In our jobs, or at work, the same is true. If we are always hiring the same type of person, never seeking out the opposite of our own gifts, we will not truly flourish. We need people who are organised, linear thinkers; good with forward planning and growth to support the structure. We also need creative vines of thought, ones that bend and flow with small seeds of nutrients and ideas, capable of taking different directions around the structure. And we need those that will protect our roots from invaders - colleagues, or a sister, that will spread her leaves so that the family or organisation feels safe.

Look for the symbiotic sisters in your own life: Who acts as the support structure for your growth? Who is the creative vine of ideas and dreams in your life? And who would lay out her leaves to protect your roots, be your base so that you feel safe to grow? Which sister are you?

These are the relationships that enrich and challenge our own growth as humans. Want to evolve? Look to your sisters. 

Dùthchas: Sustainability according to the Cedar Waxwings

 In this installment of Dùthchas: Learning from the Land, I am sharing Robin Wall Kimmerer's sustainability lessons she gleaned from the birds, Cedar Waxwings, who live by the following 12 Serviceberry land rules:

1.Know the ways of the ones who take care of you, so that you can take care of them.

2.Introduce yourself. Be accountable as the one who comes asking for a life.

3.Ask permission before taking. Abide by the answer.

4.Never take the first one. Never take the last.

5.Take only what you need.

6.Take only that which is given.

7.Never take more than half. Leave some for others.

8.Harvest in a way that minimizes harm.

9.Use it respectfully. Never waste what you have taken.

10.Share.

11.Give thanks for what you have been given.

12.Give a gift in reciprocity for what you have taken.

In short, 'sustain the ones who sustain you and the Earth will last forever.'

Perhaps, in this season, we can think of these during our '12 days of Christmas', and reflect on these Indigenous lessons from the land.

[image: Robin Wall Kimmerer, 2024]

Dùthchas: Developing a Hen's Grit

 

For this instalment of Dùthchas: Learning from the Land, I want to tell you a bit about our very social croft hens. Hens are lovely to keep as they come to greet you each day, will blether away to you as you work in the yard, and they contribute as a group, providing you with fresh eggs each day. They work as a family too.

The eggshells the hens produce are hard or soft because of their environment. A hen who is in a yard with gravel and shell grit may have very hard eggshells, difficult to break even. While a hen who doesn't have access to calcium or D3 or hard bits of grit, have soft shells that predators may eat, or that break before the egg can develop or hatch. If the environment is too hard, too traumatic, the chick cannot hatch, cannot break out of their shell into the world and they die inside the shell. Likewise, if it is too soft, the chick does not develop at all because they cannot survive exposure to predators when they come.

As humans, we have a shell that develops as a result of our environments too. We need a bit of 'grit in our yard', in our diet, to learn how to cope with problems. Every life, every road, has rocky bits. We are bound to encounter failures and trauma along our life's pathways. If we are never exposed to small setbacks or issues we need to confront and solve, we don't develop the resilient shell we need to survive and thrive. On the other hand, if all we know is hardness, trouble and tragedy, the weight and layers of our shells paralyse us, cement us to where we are, and we cannot truly live and expand our world either.

As hens know: we all need a bit of grit in life. It enables our shells to flourish.

Dùthchas: Geese & Sharing the load

 

In this Dùthchas series, learning from the land, I reflect upon the geese that are migrating South from the Highlands this week, and how they share their load.

We often see the V-formation of the geese, the stronger one in front creating a windbreak for those behind, much like a cycling team. What you may not stop to notice is that every few minutes, the geese break formation to allow the next in line, or behind, to takeover. In the photo above, you can see two geese on the bottom left about to do just that.

The leader is constantly changing, in a rota, so that no one bird carries all the burden. Each bird shares the  collective responsibility of reaching their destination, and as such, each shares the group's common vision and direction.

Like the migrating geese changing course for better weather, if we are working alone, the sole responsibility of the group on our shoulders, then we will burnout. We will never reach our goals. If, however, we share the burden of leadership; each taking a turn, talking, picking up the load, and learning to relinquish power and pass it on, the load is shared.

And the vision is more easily realised. Think of your own job: what tasks are you hoarding? What can you delegate, share? Is there mutual trust? A common, fluid vision? A common mistake about power is that it can't be shared. And yet sharing only increases one's effectiveness.

Be like the geese during change: share the load.

Dùthchas: Watching the horizon

 

🌊 Have you ever heard someone say, "they've got their sea legs"? You're on a boat at sea and it seems that some people don't feel the waves and swells as much as others. I was on the Isle of Lewis this morning in the November winds, and some were laying down ill from the quakes of the vessel, no queue for the canteen.🤢

 Others were reading, having a bacon roll or on their phones.

Years ago, a captain going to St. Kilda shared this secret with me: he never watched the sea - he kept his eyes on the horizon.

It's not that he didn't get queasy or feel sick at times, he wasn't 'born' with sea legs; he just kept his eyes on something still. Watching the waves and swells and tumultuous waters, like many visitors do, will make you sick. Your body, your mind needs to rest on something stable, even if it is in the distance.

The horizon on the sea is like hope during troubles. You know you are not there yet, but you can see that over all of this chaos, there will be a steady line, solid ground on the other side. 🍃

Dùthchas: Trees, members of the family

Decades ago, the Forestry commission took out many of the Ash trees in a small woods by our home because of the 'Emerald Ash Borer'. My mother cried for days. For her, the trees were a part of the family. She would walk by them every day, stroke them, stand under them during a rain. The trees themselves would raise baby birds and squirrels in their branches, wrapping their arms around new life so that it might grow. They were always there, standing as a part of Mam's home. Yet someone had taken their life.

Many people don't realise that the Gàidhlig alphabet, its 18 Ogham letters, evolved from the Indigenous trees of our land, the Ash (Nuin) being one. When the Otley oak tree (Dair) was slated for demolition, or when the Sycamore Gap tree along Hadian's wall in Northern England was viciously cut down, there was an outcry. Why? These were living members of people's lives; a part of their home, markers along their routes in the world. To some, sentient beings. For Hebrideans, the clearances removed many of our original trees from the land, a further act of violence in an already scarred past.

If you do not spend much time in nature, you may not realise this relation, but you may recognise it in other ways. For those that have bird feeders, for example, the same birds tend to visit you daily. You look forward to their arrival. They become members of your world. And when a cat kills one, or you find a dead bird, you mourn its loss. Sheep on the croft are members of the family to crofters. They see them into the world from their birth; feed them, vaccinate them, dip them for ticks, and assist them in life. They talk to them daily, and the lambs and sheep run to their crofter caretakers when they see them. That is why there are such strict laws about 'sheep worrying'. A couple in Easter Ross were just convicted of this. To let a dog off its lead, is an act of murder to a long-time family member of the crofter.

Like trees who stay with us most of our lives, we expect grandparents to grow old and see out their days. We have time to say goodbye. When a younger person, like my mother's Ash trees or the Sycamore Gap tree, suddenly dies of cancer or a heart attack, we are left stunned. They were cut down before their time. This November 11th, we remember those family members who, like the Nuin, were cut down during war and conflict. Lives suddenly taken from us without the time to say farewell, to thank them for their part in our days. Trees: the members of our Gàidhlig land families and lessons from the land.