Mountains of Mist

Jason // July 25 // 26 Comments

The rain squalled in throughout the night, puddling the meadows and pummelling the mountainsides. Morning woke but did not draw back the curtains of drizzle. I peer through veils of mizzle knitted from cloud thick air on cold bone needles. Facing into the wind is like breathing underwater.

Newly birthed runnels pour down the mountains, gathering speed before plunging hell-deep to the waiting loch. I ponder on my next move. The Wilderness will have to wait another day, another year, maybe even another me. Many miles of trackless upland and midgy mires can wait too, as can the prize of The Fossil Tree that holds promise beyond my ability of this moment.

On my right a brooding loch, steel grey and iron hard, slaps heartily against enbouldered defences. Oystercatchers lay low, just below the clouds which scoop up the ocean. This, the perfect encapsulation of the Scottish ‘Dreich’ creates more Mull, saturating the machair, drenching the deer and rivering the landscape anew.

However... as the rain eased the clouds and mist began to rise from the mountain and I found another short meditation to share with you. Maybe not as hypnotic as the waves of Black Beach but quite engaging nonetheless.

Mountain Mist Meditation

For a moment there was a flash of blue sky before the clouds clothed the mountains for the rest of the day.

More from Mull

A Farewell to Mull
Lost in a Ditch
There is a Wilderness in Me
A Tale of Two Beaches
The Black Beach Meditation
Saying hello to Loch na Keal
The Woodman and the Nightingale
Introducing my Mull Deep Dive
  • Awesome and some Jason! Wow – so many stone people – that landscape is alive! I was captivated the whole time – so much so, I moved from mobile to full screen on laptop – another watch it again and again meditation. The hills drew me in – as they do, I will watch it again and allow myself to be encircled by the swirling clouds, lifted up and taken off to far away lands …that land has so many stories to tell, it’s in the bones, in the rocks … Talk about rewilding – that is awesome! To be somewhere so remote – alone – well done you – living life “on the edge at one with the elements!” Gave me goosebumps the whole time. Wow wow wow thank you I honour your bravery, ability and connection with this beautiful Earth.

  • Thank you for another lovely meditation Jason. I never tire of watching the beautiful wisps sitting on, or floating along the tops…sometimes almost like a long ‘train’. Sorry bout the weather for you, but yes, it’s always so atmospheric on these dreich days. 🪶

  • I loved the rawness of it and how the rocks are ever-present with the shifting mist – so ethereal and gentle as it moves across the mountain sides – it was another beautiful meditation – thank you .

  • Once again thank you Jason this time for filming a mesmerising cloudscape against the atmospheric sound of wind in the mountains

  • Loving these meditations Jason. I realise that that is what meditation is for me, the spaciousness of expansive view, of connection with nature, of simplicity presented through stunning imagery.

  • Wow Jason, it felt so eerie with the mist and clouds moving in and the sound of the wind, so powerful. Felt like what it must be like there alone, but not alone with all the spirits of the land. Thanks for sharing

  • This meditative track claimed me in many ways. Left me with a cluster of words:
    perspective; vantage point, aspect, horizon, camera obscura, mysterious (mistery!), ragged rain, runnels… thank you for staying with that view, so that we could each have our viewpoint from safe and dry.

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    About the Author Jason

    Jason follows his lifelong vocation as a countryside photographer who tries to catch the spirit of the places he visits. After decades working as a professional editorial photographer he now focuses much of his time on conceptual fine art photography, visual storytelling and in aiding others to follow their creative calling.

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