At all

Some ruins of a 14th century church out in the back end of the Scottish Highlands. The people moved or were moved away, this was left behind. If there is no fight, no ongoing battle to keep her from claiming the things that escape, that we raise up over her – Mother Earth comes forContinue reading “At all”

Highland Romance

I spent ten days in Scotland once. The pity is it wasn’t twice or three times or more. It is an old old place, where things come and go before your eyes, the living and the dead and those who are neither. Mind you, to paraphrase Mark Twain, the worst winter I’d had in 15Continue reading “Highland Romance”