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By Hole Ousia Posted on Jul 30, 2020

There was no time

This is from The Quarry Wood by Nan Shepherd

Categories: Philosophy, Poems, Scotland, This is Not yesterday, Two culturesTags: 1881, 1893, A life of Nan Shepherd, a loving observer, Aberdeen, all categories are absurd where art is concerned, Anna Shepherd, Antiquary, Arory-bory-Alice., artist, Aunt Josephine, Aunt Josephine Leggatt, aurora borealis, Bear hunt, becoming, being, Blacktop, boundaries, By living we learn, byordinar clever, cairn, Cairngorms, Charlotte peacock, children, Class of 1988, Class of 1990, Comet, comet seekers, Comets, Commonplace book, cosmic, cosmic light, dance, dancing, Deeside, Dunvegan, dykes, Elective, England, Eric Redmond, Eternity, Gamrie, gardener, Gardenstown, gate, gatekeepeer, gateway, gateway to the Highlands, Gleanings, going on a bear hunt, Hale Bopp, he walked out through the entrance gate, Hidden Doors, Hole Ousia, how many gateways revisited, I like this place, Intensely Local, Into the Mountain, It is by living we learn, J Arthur Thompson, John Berger, John Macmurray, King’s College, Left-behind gateway, Loch Avon, man does not learn from books alone, map-maker, Martha, Medley book, Merleau-Ponty, mountains, moved the sun in all the heaven, Nan Shepherd, Neil Gunn, new views of Comets, Northern Lights, Omphalos, Omphalos films, Oor big braw cosmos, painting, Patrick Geddes, Peter John Gordon, philosopher, poem, poet, poetry, Professor Gregory, Rachel Fiona Gordon, read in her eye, rebel antiquary, rising sun, river Dee, Robert Macfarlane, Rock, Scotland, Scottish women writers, scrawled on gateposts, seedlings, she kicked her grand-aunt Josephine, she seems to have lived with a great but quiet gusto, she understood, she understood that a graduate may be ignorant, she's byordinar clever, Sian Fiona Williams, singing over stone, sky, stars, stones, Survives as a pair of gate-posts far away, symbolic, symbolic gateways haunt Nan Shepherd's work, symbolism, The Antiquary, The Comet Seekers, The living mountain, The Quarry Wood, The Rebel Antiquary, the sky belongs to us all, the sky is making a new proposition to the earth, the sky is not little, there was no time, there was no time to build a cosmos, There's such a lot of sky about here, to be humbled, Two Girls Singing, Uganda, unknowableness, we must learn from these women, we stole milk from the cosmos and survived, West Cults, where Martha played, William Philip, writer, writers, you're like a lovely day in the hills

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