Tag Archives: mythology
Old Rocks and Bones Menorcan Style
There’s a magical isle of ancient fossil filled limestone, scattered liberally with ancient hand carved monuments of stone. It sits just east of mainland Spain washed by the turquoise blue of the Mediterranean waves and gentle tides. Baked beneath … Continue reading
Winters crows
Storm inspired watercolour….winter is coming
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
Mystery in Stone
We travelled as far North and as far West as you can in Britain, and we found the oldest mystery cast in stone. I have so much to tell and share, but for now this is a tiny taste of … Continue reading
Sun Worship
Summer lovin’ Bastet style. Nobody soaks up the suns heat as stylishly as cats, and our Bengal positively shimmers in the solar heat. The Egyptians worshiped cats, and cats worship the sun. Perhaps they have a drop or two of … Continue reading
Magical Skye Pools
Every spring, the ice cold snow melt from the Red Coullin tumbles down these slopes on the Isle of Skye. The pure mountain water dissolves a little of the limestone each year, creating beautiful curves and shapes all along the … Continue reading
The Suns Passage
Do you know the tale Of the passage of the sun Far below our feet each night Through the cold and dark of space? Or perhaps you know the tale Of the white horned deer Who steals the sun away … Continue reading
Fire times Three
We stood on the edge of the land, with the Lammermuir Hills shimmering in a heat haze through the flames. The fire rose and sank, sometimes licking the sky itself, sometimes restlessly licking the bowl which held it. A cold … Continue reading