Tag Archives: spiritual
On Stillness
As the days shrink ever smaller sometimes she seems to hold her breath as she rolls out towards the last light. Everything pauses for a moment as the sky fills with warm pinks, and the light folds itself into the … Continue reading
Full Moon Light
Prayer of the Desperate She had crawled here on her knees Over the sharp broken bones of her life. She had come to bargain with every god she had ever heard named. Bruised clouds closed around the moon Golden leaves … Continue reading
Light Catchers
It was late afternoon, about an hour before sunset, as I headed out along the path through Roslin Glen. To begin with I walked in the shadows, with tiny slivers of light occasionally piercing through the layers of trees. The … Continue reading
Life Directions
To embrace the unexpected bumps and turns of life, is to embrace life itself. Who knows what wild and wonderful paths it has in store for us, so enjoy the detours, they might turn out to be our highways. This … Continue reading
End of Days
The sun set behind Linlithgow Palace It’s dying rays pleading across the freezing earth A vain attempt to hold the dark at bay. Its warming powers gone, Light its only weapon, Defeat was certain, but shed no tears, For the … Continue reading
Rock Layers
There’s a place, along the South East Coast of Scotland, where the rocks have been folded in soft red layers. The folded rock has then been twisted and turned, until the layers lie at strange and unusual angles to the … Continue reading
Mushroom Magic
Deep in the ancient oak woods a little sprinkle of magic has escaped. It’s sparkling in the leaves which are clinging on to the brach tips, quivering in the warm autumn breeze. And it’s popping up in wonderful shapes and … Continue reading
Good Habits
There are habits, things we do everyday, which nourish our soul. These good habits are ways of bringing joy and goodness into our lives, no matter what might be going on. Good habits help to centre us in the heart … Continue reading
Seed Fall
Winged seeds ripen in the growing damp, their flesh illuminated by the failing sun. Before the week is done they will take flight, swarming into lights last gasp. Spinning moth like into the dying years flame. A golden flutter, trusting … Continue reading










