Tag Archives: spiritual
Roslin Waters
Black waters of forgetfulness Whipped to cream in rocky pools Echoing with ancient tales of the grail. Shrouded in coats of moss Water carved rocks rest eternally Under the hushed gaze of a seer. Past reflections offering answers From the … Continue reading
Focused Light
These two shots were taken in quick succession, as I lay on my stomach in the windswept golden grass. I liked the both, so was delighted that this weeks photo challenge asks us to focus on focus. It gives me … Continue reading
On Being Open
Petals flung open exposing heart and bones Careless shadows flung into plain sight Arteries dark secrets illuminated For those who are looking Her whole truth is visible Its shameful flaws bated traps Breathlessly holding her skirts ready But nobody runs … Continue reading
Carefree Release
There are places on this earth where the knots holding reality in place are very loose. You can find them at the edges of things, where two constructs meet and weave, and there’s a path out through this woven space … Continue reading
Echoes of Thundering Pool
Here are the rest of the photos I took at Thundering Pool in Northumberland a couple of weeks ago. The light is dim in the shaded hollow, and all the rocks are twisted and wrinkled into faces and shapes from … Continue reading
Walking in Storm Clouds
The warm stillness of the day had gathered in my bones, and I felt the urge to walk it out. I needed space, movement and freshness so I headed for the coast. The sky was filled with patches of white … Continue reading
The stitching of earth
Ocean blue reflecting upwards into eternal sky, Silent cloud threads stitched into summer silk, By earths piercing green needles.
Thundering Pool
Tucked away in a northern corner of Northumberland lies the atmospheric Roughting Linn. The name has Gaelic roots, meaning thundering pool, and it has an undoubtedly mystical atmosphere. The path tumbles down almost unseen, from a farm track, through a … Continue reading
Mountainous Masterpiece
There’s a place on the north easterly tip of the Isle of Skye, where the rocks of the earth have been chiseled and carved into astonishing peaks and crags. Nature had been practising and improving as she moved ever northwards, … Continue reading
Eternal Cycles
We stood at the crossroads Caught In the middle of twilight Gazing across eternal Elysian Fields. The golden spell of the dying west Countered by the silver moon Grown plump and round The grasses had drunk their fill of gold … Continue reading










