Tag Archives: magic
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
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
Solstice Edinburgh: Light in the Dark
So here we are, the longest darkest night of the year. From tomorrow onwards we will turn back towards the sun, and light and warmth will slowly creep back into our lives. In the meantime all of the beautiful sparkling … Continue reading
Twinkle Twinkle little Star
Our beautiful little winter sun, glitters and sparkles as it peeps over the horizon for a few hours a day. From where we stand in the northern hemisphere, the central star of our lives has dimmed and weakened so much … 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










