Tag Archives: Celtic
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
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
New Years Gateway
As the sun sets into the gateway of the year, all is possible. We can walk away from all that binds and hurts us, and we can walk towards all that nourishes and encourages us to grow each day. It … 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
Twilight Dreams
There’s a valley, shrouded in the mists of time, and swirling with the echoes of ancient dreams. Here at Dunadd, the tribe of the boar ruled supreme, their kings living in luxury on top of this ancient hill. Dynasties rose … Continue reading
Wood Spirits
Deep in the woods, the air is still and hung with mist. The light travels through shadows, leaning in long slow lines, and blushing through the folding ferns. Spirits hover almost unseen, at the very edges of vision, gone as … Continue reading
An adventure on the edge: Isle of Lewis
Come with me on an adventure, away to the far north west of the British Isles. We need to travel over many mountains, through the heart of the Cairngorms and on towards Kyle, and then we start to cross the … Continue reading










