Out onto the moor today. In the midst of all the busy-ness, the prospect of putting miles of moorland under my feet and acres of clear sky in my eyes gladdens my heart like the homecoming that it is, ‘though greater, when I’m out with the skylarks, the buzzards and the long grass. I’ll sing… Continue reading Tuesday, moor-day.
The snow’s almost all gone now. There’s a storm blowing outside and I’m worried about a tarp that’s protecting something precious and beautiful out there. Tomorrow, the 27th, it’ll be my birthday. I’ll be 40.
I don’t know anything about holiness; I thought I knew plenty – I saw the high star to aim for: It was bright as an angel. I polished my wings and leapt towards it and Dived into a crevasse in the Earth. It was not Heaven, But a blessed loss of grandeur, Though it tore… Continue reading Four Lines Worth
Now is the time of bright colours, Time to make raiment of the cloth of dreams; Cast off your heavy worldly dress And make your clothes ecstatic suits For dancing and flying. The days of the great reptiles Are numbered and few; Now is the time of the rainbow serpent. The skydancers are here And… Continue reading Now is the Time of Bright Colours
Love knows love and meets with joy Its face in the beloved heart. Come in, it says. Sit down and rest! You must be tired, but tell me! Tell me! Where have you been, all this time? What life are you wearing these days? What dance, what wounds, what joys? Ah, the tales we will… Continue reading Love Knows Love
This is just a reminder to all of you in and around Edinburgh that the Big Red Door (on Lady Lawson Street, near the Grassmarket) is open, is amazing, is full to bursting with goodness, talent and magic… and needs your support, right NOW. For details of everything that’s going on, check out their website:… Continue reading The Big Red Door
Let there be war. Let us open all the doors And invite the ghosts in. Let us empty the cupboards, Dig up all the bones And lay them out: let there be war. Let the wheels turn; Enough of this stagnant peace That is no peace at all. The thundering lie torments me; I am… Continue reading Ares’ Song