Category Archives: spiritual
Might and Majesty
The sheer size of the rugged mountains in the Scottish Highlands immediately makes us feel like tiny ants. Endless miles of empty inhospitable landscapes, rolling out into the distance, forces the dawning realisation that we are small and insignificant. … Continue reading
Carved into the Future
This beech tree stands on the edge of the woods which spill away from the parkland gardens of the old abbey. It has been here a long time. It’s roots reach down through the same rocks and soil which covered … Continue reading
Winter Greens
Continuously renewed or self renewing, evergreens have always symbolised the eternal enduring green energy of life. Mother Nature wears a patchy grey and white coat, splashed with green, during the winter months. She paints highlights on the bare grey … Continue reading
Emotional Spring Clearance
Walking in the woods after another snow flurry we came upon this unexpected pile of freshly sawn wood. This area until now had been home to a woodland adventure playground, with wooden walkways arching through the treetops connecting tree houses, … Continue reading
Celebrating a Woman’s World
I’m a bitch, I’m a lover I’m a child, I’m a mother I’m a sinner I’m a saint……. I’m a little bit of everything all rolled into one. (Alanis Morissette) We are very complex creatures, so knowing this we should … Continue reading
Lost in the Woods
Will I stick to the well worn path, pressed into creation by the passage of thousands of feet before me? If I listen to my mother and all the wisdom of those who have lived long, I will. If I … Continue reading
Weekly Photo Challenge – Forward
We drove down this track last weekend, to visit the secluded beach of Seacliff, in East Lothian. We took several wrong turnings, and got hopelessly lost several times before rounding the corner to this view. The Bass Rock gleaming in … Continue reading
Process as a Russian Doll
Deep in the oak woods, something stirs. Tiny creaks and crackles fill the spaces between the air with gossamer wisps of sound.The sap hidden beneath the crusty crackled skin of bark begins its upwards journey towards the wooden finger tips … Continue reading
The breath of the sea
We walked along the restless shifting edge of the ocean yesterday. The tide was rising, covering our footprints in the sand almost as soon as we had left them. The shape woven between the sand and the sea was constantly … Continue reading










