Category Archives: Celtic
Wild Mountain Calling
Wild mountains called out to me, and pulled me in confusion to their feet. Pools of sea camomile covered my toes, filling the air with the heady scent of sleep, while soft purple clouds drifted in halos around their … Continue reading
Sacred Skye Mountain
Away across the sea to Skye lies a mountain sacred to the ancient veiled earth goddess, the Cailleach. This sacred peak rises behind Broadford, and carries many legends, while she watches over the lush green glen at her feet. … Continue reading
Summer Trolls
Summer is here, and the stone trolls are peeping out from beneath her green and floral skirts. Lured out into the warmth and light they share a tale or two of the deep dark earth. Can you see them, … Continue reading
Mysterious Mist
Ahead lies shrouded Wrapped in winters freezing cloak Glints of futures hopes This is everything Senses brimming with beauty Future forgotten All certainty rests Forms swirl coming and going Mysterious mist Along these mist shrouded tidal waters people have fought … Continue reading
Mananan’s Cloak
Mananans soft storm Clouds, mist and ocean swirl in Neither here nor there Edges blurred and gone Timeless cloak folds formlessly Hide and reveal light For all my fact lovers, these shots were captured from the shore in front of … Continue reading
Liquid Gold
There’s a space between the world we know, and the otherworlds of Gods, ancestors and myths, and this space is as thin as a slender golden thread. Filled with boundless light and endless tales, it shimmers in between our thoughts, … Continue reading
Oaks and Pig Tales
Down in the woods, autumn is breathing her frosts and mists across the leaves and grass. Bracken is turning orange, the beech trees are golden and copper leaves and nuts lie strewn across the forrest floor. But among the oaks, … Continue reading
Running Salmon
I walked down to the river In the glinting low light And it shimmered and slipped Silk like over its bed of rocks. The sunlight spun into threads By the long wet fingers of the river Woven into loose lace … Continue reading
Ancestral Marks
There are stones as old as time, which lie scattered across the high ground around Killmartin Glen. They are covered with furrows and grooves, with cups and rings, cut by the hands of our far distant ancestors. Men and women … Continue reading