Tag Archives: spiritual
Rock Faces
There are places in this world where the fabric of reality is woven a little looser. There are spaces between the threads, and strange and unusual things can push through these gaps into the light. Things from the otherworld, which … Continue reading
Eternal Struggle
Do you ever have days like this….. where it feels as though you have to wrestle your life from the choking grasp of fate. Where the struggle seems hopeless And you might lose everything? The universe threw me a nasty … Continue reading
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
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
Winters last bite
Winter swirled back with a desperate last bite, and flung snow and ice with unending fury. We are smothered again in her white cloak, colour and life bleached from sight. Most peopled groaned and sighed “not again”, but all I … Continue reading










