Stark, naked, the long cold night of winter Draws my will to live in shapes Whose beauty lies in number, Unseen to hands that touch My rough and dusty bark…
Category: The Solar Year
Wander Wood #phoetryWander Wood #phoetry
And is there time in wander wood Or slow, abiding, gentle ‘should’ Without resistance: touch and kiss A reaching for midsummer’s bliss So powerful this May surprise I need not
Spring OakSpring Oak
From a distance it’s just another tree. Yet, as you get closer there’s something about this oak that makes it a kind of ‘king of the hill’. It sits on
the other side of colour (1 of 2)the other side of colour (1 of 2)
It’s a poignant time of year… I love colour. I’m sure we all do. It’s difficult to say farewell to the mellow flashes of autumn; to know that it will
crown of leavescrown of leaves
There is within this ring of gold and green a voice Not of the river rushing by in flood Nor of the nearby street where cards of early Yule, like
pale sun into a hallows pool descendspale sun into a hallows pool descends
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Deepest NightDeepest Night
We are creatures of cycles; the smaller fitting within the increasingly larger. We may have little conception of the very largest, but the effects of that level of creation trickle
The Flickering PresentThe Flickering Present
I’ve taken a lot of photographs during the past ten years, but none of them like the one above. Taken at Castlerigg Stone Circle, near Keswick, in December 2018, it
Three days of the Oyster-catcher (Part 5) – Stone in the SkyThree days of the Oyster-catcher (Part 5) – Stone in the Sky
You can’t miss Sueno’s stone. It sits on its own plateau, just off the old main road between Findhorn and Forres; now bypassed. You see its ‘hangar’ first, then realise
Three days of the Oyster-catcher (Part 4) – Sea and StoneThree days of the Oyster-catcher (Part 4) – Sea and Stone
I didn’t want to leave Burghead, not even for Findhorn; a place I’d wanted to visit for a long time. Burghead had filled me (many of us, I think) with
Three days of the Oyster-catcher (Part 3) – A Pictish HeadlandThree days of the Oyster-catcher (Part 3) – A Pictish Headland
The Moray Firth is vast, wild and beautiful. Examined on a map it resembles a child’s geometry exercise in triangles, with the coast between its ‘origin’ at Inverness and far-away
Three days of the Oyster-catcher (1)Three days of the Oyster-catcher (1)
We were standing close to the River Spey in the grounds of Strathallan church a few miles from the centre of Grantown-on-Spey: one of the gems of the north-eastern highlands
The Way to Dusty Death?The Way to Dusty Death?
We were in Ulverston, Dean and I. We’d just climbed the famous ‘Hoad’ – a tall monument on the top of a tall hill that looks like a lighthouse… but
Castles of the Mind (ii)Castles of the Mind (ii)
Continued from Part One As the group walk through the arched entranceway to the interior of the castle, a new feeling emerges: one of ‘being in it, together’. The transition
Castles of the Mind (i)Castles of the Mind (i)
Like the best of ideas, it begins with a partly-seen ghost, the glimmer of an edge of something that will work…. Ideas are great, but, unless something is practical and consistent
Rings of Earth and SkyRings of Earth and Sky
To find that time and circumstance Had placed us in an isle of fertile space Where others led us to a place A ring wherein the sky and earth would