Tag Archives: philosophy
Rock Carvings
If you follow the curves of the River Esk a few miles upstream from my home, you’ll find these water carved rocks. Huge blocks of iron rich stone, thoughtfully cut by the passage of water and time. The easiest softest … Continue reading
Woodland Awakening
There’s a soft earthy path which winds away into the wild woods. We can walk together along its soft curves, deeper and deeper into the trees. Here we can escape our worried thoughts, moving closer and closer into a vibrant … Continue reading
Tuesdays Edinburgh – Around Paisley Close
Today’s collection of Edinburgh photos are from around Paisley Close, on Edinburgh’s Royal Mile, or High Street. Despite the fact that this area had some of Scotland’s worse slums back in the 19th century, nowadays it’s all very pretty and … Continue reading
Door of Shadows
Would you walk through the door of gold, into the world of shadows. Would you walk if you knew that treasure gleamed Beckoning you forwards. You can leave behind any thing, everything. Bring only what you can carry. Tomorrow is … Continue reading
Rising Above
Some days, when the world feels noisy and cramped, its good to climb up out of the city and into the fresh clear air of the hills above. Follow me up the steep slopes of Arthur’s Seat, rising from the … Continue reading
Shipwrecked Heart
We stumbled on the broken deck of a ship, cast far up on the sand and rocks. It was broken and smashed and yet still held its shape. Rusted iron hoops clung to the remnants of ropes long since rendered … Continue reading
Persephone’s Heart
Buried deep within the core of each one of us, is our capacity to love. We need to use that capacity first on our relationship with ourself. Then like Persephone we can move safely through the places of light and … Continue reading
Wool Trail
We leave trails behind us as we walk through the world, but we often don’t realise. Tiny hints and clues reveal our path to those who know how to look.
Crumbling Stone Bones
Change was whispering hints through the thin blue air of winter, and now the mountains were calling. The sound barely heard, was vibrating bone deep, an echo ringing through time. These stone peaks towering into the sky, unchanged over countless … Continue reading
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










